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sinning-23 · 10 months

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My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper.

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh.

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding.

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn.

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else.

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to guide his face,

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?”

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa”

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks.

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes.

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and-

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner.

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you.

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head.

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain.

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice.

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp.

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave.

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off.

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused. What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing.

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks.

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them.

Servos

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight.

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp.

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met.

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited.

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods.

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now?

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears.

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips.

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact.

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not. He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased.

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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Lemme know waht yall think in the comments lmao and let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist as well!

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sweetbottletops · 1 month

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Neat little interview with Arai Sumiko.

(Bad MTL below the cut. Especially note already nuanced love talk in the original language further removed by MTL)

── What was the idea for the story of two girls, Mitsuki and Aya?

I've always wanted to draw a story between girls. I also like the story of two people from opposite worlds with gaps, and I think that's where I came up with the idea. I love to draw, and I used to post things like two-page comics with no dialogue on social media from time to time. I thought that if there were no lines, it would be easier for people overseas to spread the word, and even if they didn't understand Japanese, they would enjoy it. One of them is the source of 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』.

──『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』 received a great response when it was announced, and now Arai's X has more than 1 million followers. Was the announcement on social media also due to the ease of communication overseas that you just mentioned?

I didn't think it would be like this, so I didn't think too much about it (laughs). I was very happy to be able to connect with people from overseas through SNS. There was a time when I lived abroad, so I feel that spending time in a completely different environment has made me who I am today. Perhaps, the number of stories between women in the world is not as large as that of love stories between men and women, or between men, so it may have been suitable for social media.

── Why did you want to depict the relationship between two girls?

I think the relationship between women is very intimate. That feeling when we got really close…… They wear matching clothes, listen to the same music, and spend hours together without talking. It's not like love, it's a love that has always been there. Isn't love over when you break up? I have a bit of a prejudice in me, and I want to draw something that transcends it. If we can be together even if we don't have a relationship title, I think that's love. I'm sorry, it's hard to understand.

── I've always longed for a relationship that can't be named, or a relationship where it's just two people, so I feel like I understand it.

We all have a lonely part and loneliness that we can't share with others. Especially when you're young, everyone has a lot of different feelings. However, I think that if I can create an existence that resonates with such a soft part of my heart, it will last a lifetime.

── How did you come up with the character of Mitsuki, who was thought to be mysterious older brother, but was a cool girl? It's completely my preference, but I love people who are women but can see the masculineness, so I created the character of Mitsuki from there. What if a sober girl actually has a tattoo? And such? I also wanted to depict her kindness. Mitsuki is unconscious, but she is naturally compassionate.

── Handsome and gentle, isn't it? As a way of depicting sexuality, the feeling that the existence of the person is affirmed as it is, including the fact that she is a woman, is conveyed from the drawing, and it is exciting.

Thank you. I'm happy because I'm particular about the shape of Mitsuki's slightly bony wrist line, fingers, and nails. There are parts of the picture in Volume 1 that make me think, "Wow" when I reread it now, but I did my best to make Mitsuki's expression when she tells Aya that she wants to be friends. From the time of the name, I drew a lot of facial expressions (laughs). I've improved a bit at drawing, so I've been drawing a lot lately, and I think I'm good at it a lot.

── It's a memorable scene where the two become friends at school.

I love the American TV drama "Glee" (a music-comedy-drama about a high school choir where minorities gather), and I grew up watching that show. I was moved by the story of a sparkling person who seems to have everything, but in fact has emotions that cannot be told to others, so I wanted to draw it myself. Aya has that element in it. Aya is feminine on the outside, but she is shy. When it comes to other people, she's the kind of girl with a lot of grit who confronts her with a "huh?"

── In the second volume, the individuality of each of them became more apparent.

Mitsuki hides herself at school, but the way she hides her personality is actually very attractive. It's fun to depict how talking to Aya brings out more and more of her true self at school.

──It's so nice to be the most yourself when you're with the people you love. Being able to be yourself means having confidence in yourself. By not worrying about what people think, you will be able to see what you care about and the right person for you. Like Mitsuki brought Aya closer. The person who is most saved by being dignified is yourself. That's why I want to value my own individuality, and I draw manga with the hope that I will be able to do so.

── Music is also an important element of this manga. It is colored in two colors, yellow-green and black, which are rare in manga, and when I first read it, I thought it was rock.

Actually, I chose yellow-green 15 minutes before the first episode was posted on social media (laughs). I didn't think it would go viral, and I thought it would be nice to have a rock feel and a slightly dangerous color, so I put it in on a whim. That Last Minute Decision (the last minute decision) may have been a good one.

── NIRVANA and other music are featured in the film, but what is Arai's own musical journey?

When I was little, I loved BECK's album "Guero" the most in the world, and I remember dancing to it at my father's office. That's where my love for rock music started. NIRVANA's music is exceptional, but I also sympathize with frontman Kurt Cobain's feminism and pushing the boundaries of gender. I was an only child, so I spent a lot of time alone, and I moved to a place where I didn't speak the language, so I feel like I was able to cultivate my imagination while filling in the silence with music.

──Even in 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』 the music connects the completely different worlds of Mitsuki and Aya and expands them even further.

Let's see. The last scene of Volume 2 is very memorable for me. Aya stops Mitsuki from getting off the pedestrian bridge that can be taken as a stage, but I think it's a friend, and I think it's love. There's also a love for the music that Mitsuki makes.

── "This song connects the world!!" I was also fascinated by the straight line. Is there anything you keep in mind when drawing music?

In my case, I'm completely self-satisfied and just put in the music I like, and I can't say anything admirable, but I think a lot about which songs go well with each scene. There are scenes made from music, and the scene where Aya and Mitsuki hold hands in Volume 2 came to mind when I was listening to The Shins.

──Official playlist But it's also fun to read while actually playing music.

I'm a little embarrassed because I choose it myself (laughs), but I'm happy. I didn't tell anyone, but the official playlist is trying to arrange the songs that Mitsuki and Aya each chose so that they alternate as much as possible. Of course, the flow of music is the most important priority.

──Knowing that changes the way you listen even more! I'm looking forward to seeing what the future holds for them. Thank you very much.

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(Is she a Dianna Agron stan? This is the second connection after this earlier in the year. Also I think this Glee thing gives her an honorary Tumblr diploma too.)

#I saw the typo hours later #I'm putting two and two together and declaring her a Dianna Agron stan #the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all #arai sumiko #green manga #manga

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yellowbluemoonshine · 3 months

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Naoki Urasawa's manga "Monster" Interview;

Naoki Urasawa is one of the most successful manga artists in Japan, having not only been awarded the most important prizes in Japan, but also in Germany. He celebrated his international breakthrough with the thriller series "Monster", which he drew in the 90s. It's about a Japanese neurosurgeon in Düsseldorf who saves the life of a boy and gives up his career to do it - actually he should have operated on the mayor instead of the boy - and then gets into real trouble because he is involved in a series of serial murders and a conspiracy device. Andrea Heinze : How did you come up with the idea for the series? Naoki Urasawa: The drama “Monster” was created because I really liked the novel “Frankenstein”. That really interested me and I thought about whether I could bring the story into today. The second aspect was that at that time in the USA there was this film with Harrison Ford, “The Fugitive”. It was about a doctor whose wife was killed and I really liked it. And then I thought, I have to do something that involves a doctor who is being chased and has to solve a mystery. And then I was interested in “Frankenstein,” this old Gothic landscape, and I wanted to bring the two together somehow. And then we somehow came across Germany. Blonde boy as a contrast to evil Germany

I heard that people saying Johan was inspired by Hannibal and other psychopathic characters etc but it never make sense to me. (Maybe some characteristic sides makes sense but generally no, he is different). It makes sense that Monster is inspired by Frankenstein story because Johan is portrayed as more like someone who became the way he is because of his past. He is the monster created by the real monster. (Mostly its Franz Bonaparta who stole his and many others name, biggest sin a person can do). Its really combined between two stories because Tenma wasnt/isnt wrong to save Johan.

Heinze: And what does Germany have to do with it? Urasawa: I wanted to do something dark. And I don't want to say that Germany is the root of all evil. But if you look at the Second World War - and this is present in Japan, also because Japan was an ally of Germany at the time - there were a lot of dark stories in Germany and also in Japan. A lot has been clarified. But some things don't. I also came up with this beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed boy as a character. I think that's a good contrast to contrast with this dark, bad thing. And the more you delve into history, the more clear it becomes that the roots of the conflicts lie in the Second World War. If you add all of that up, the manga could only take place in Germany.

I am glad that real life stories was brought up but its really sad that this actually happenned somewhere.

Heinze: How did you research the story for “Monster”? Urasawa : I watched a lot of documentaries. In the 1990s there were also reports of neo-Nazi attacks on houses where Turks lived. I've seen things like that and they've also found their way into my story. I made up the rest. For example, the boy, Johann. He is raised in a children's home where many human experiments take place. And shortly before I finished my work "Monster," there was a documentary on Japanese television about the end of the Nazi era, and it also reported on a camp in which blonde, blue-eyed young people were herded together and essentially had to undergo elite training . And this boy who was depicted there was also called Johannes. I was then asked if I had known all of this before - but that wasn't true, it was all in my imagination. A person becomes a monster

This is insane....chills. Its so ironic that a lot of people remember Johan's character as some evil psychopath but not only he isnt written that way in story but also, his origin is literally coming from actual victim, a child. Intentional or unconciously or maybe coincidence but still, wow.

Heinze: How is it that Prague also became the setting for the story? Urasawa: Because everything that was east of Germany, all the Eastern European countries, was not even known in Japan in the 1990s. It's completely different today, but back then people hardly knew everything that lay east of Germany. While on the other hand, Germany and everything further west was already developed for tourism. And Eastern Europe had never been featured in the manga until then. It also fascinated and really attracted me as an illustrator. If you go to Germany or France, it is much brighter in the evenings. But if you go further east, in my case it was Prague, it was much darker on the streets in the evenings in the mid-90s. And I wanted to explore this darkness, this night, for myself.

No wonder story feels so real, with both its characters and places.

Heinze: What does the manga “Monster” have to do with Mary Shelly’s novel “Frankenstein”? Urasawa : Frankenstein is about a scientist who created a monster, and it's also about human responsibility. There are certainly things that humans are allowed to do and that they perhaps shouldn't be able to do. These thoughts can certainly be taken further, and that's what I did in the "Monster" series. It's about the Japanese doctor who saved a boy, and later the boy becomes a monster, a murderer. And then the doctor asks himself whether he is not responsible for the fact that this boy has become a murderer. This is a different conflict than in "Frankenstein", but the question of responsibility for one's own actions is also an issue in "Monster". Dostoyevsky novel using the means of manga

Though, story is inspired by Frankeinstein, Tenma is clearly right to save kid's life. He isnt the 'evil' doctor who is responsible for the monster. He is the real doctor who saves this boy from destruction at the end.

Heinze : For me, this doctor is an ideal example of the good in people. He even saves this boy against the wishes of the clinic management, who would much rather use their best surgeon to operate on the mayor. Urasawa: Every good person has places somewhere in their hearts that are perhaps not so good, and it was the same with Doctor Hämmer - in the hospital there were also some disagreements with the management, where he also thought: "Preferably I would like it if everyone were dead." And later Johann also tells him: "I have fulfilled what you wished for." Then the idea came to him that he had also caused all of this and was to blame for it. And I wanted to show in my work that there is something good and something bad in every person, and that is just human nature. Also, what I didn't mention: There is the classic manga "Astroboy" by Osamu Tezuka in Japan. There is a scientist whose son died and he then creates a robot that looks like his son and that also has feelings. But somehow he says: "You are not my son." At some point he neglects this robot. This scientist is basically Doctor Tenma. So “Frankenstein” and “Astro Boy” are the two sides that belong closely together. I especially consider the artist Tezuka with his classic “Astro Boy” to be my roots.

Here's the real message of Monster, that noone is just a monster and every person has monster in them and that story, Tenma is being parallels with father who neglects his son...I wonder is it him realizing that he was never supposed to kill Johan (the son), he was right to save him, trying to kill him is the neglect/him failing to understand him and end up saving him. Maybe i am reaching but its makes more sense that way. Btw i love how Tenma visits Johan even at the end. Despite everything, they really give that father-son energy.

Heinze: Osamu Tezuka is considered the founder of modern manga, what do you like about him? Urasawa: It's hard to say in one word. Maybe you can describe it like this: The manga were initially comics for children. But Tezuka did it differently, he practically wrote something like a Dostoyevsky novel, but using the means of manga. Something much deeper, and ultimately it's not about justice winning, but it goes even deeper, practically conveying the feeling that even winning can bring with it something sad and empty. This is something deeper. And he was able to convey that in the beginning of the manga. Statements made by our conversation partners reflect their own views. Deutschlandfunk does not adopt statements made by its interlocutors in interviews and discussions.

Its really deep story.

This is the source of this interview, i really wanted to make comment/analyze about it.

#naoki urasawa's monster meta #monster naoki urasawa #monster meta #johan liebert #tenma kenzo #interview #naoki urasawa #monster #frankenstein #crossover meta

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shapeshiftinterest · 1 year

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This Is Not The Princess You’re Looking For: bowser x luigi

one of bowser’s lines based on THIS

wanted a story where luigi’s in a dress but not as princess peach, kind of like in THIS doodle i drew

bowser comes to kidnap peach

she’s not here at the moment but why not talk to her cute brunet friend with the super short hair and pretty green dress?

story under the read more

This Is Not The Princess You’re Looking For (also on ao3)

‘There’s-a no way this is-a actually happening,’ Luigi thought to himself, dumbfounded. He watched Bowser flex an arm while continuing his exaggerated story about fighting Mario.

Mamma Mia this was happening.

A few minutes ago Luigi had been waiting for Peach in the Tea Room; she’d mentioned needing more time to prepare their snacks and Mario took the car because he forgot something at their house. Bowser had broken into the castle and landed right in front of Luigi.

It was a good thing the plumber was wearing one of his dresses today; it didn’t take long for the king to notice someone else was in the room after seeing a distinct lack of Peach. No, the real surprise came when said Koopa King, destroyer of castles, kidnapper of princesses, fighter of plumbers, looked the dress clad brother up and down...

...and started flirting with him.

Luigi was thankful he was wearing a mask because of a cold or Bowser would have noticed his jaw dropping. And the mustache, he guessed. Regardless, he could only mumble out that he was a foreign guest from far away when Bowser asked who he was.

‘Of course everyone knows who I am,’ he’d bragged, proudly puffing out his chest and thumping it with an equally large hand. Opening an eye to look down at the other, Bowser tilted his head to the side. He leaned down to take a white gloved hand in his and smirked, sharp teeth on display. ‘I’m a little upset Peachy girl never mentioned having such a cute friend though.’

A;LSKDFJ;ASD

Luigi coughed, choking on his own spit. Wow. Woooooow. He wasn’t sure if he was cringing or impressed; maybe both if he was being honest.

The green plumber waved the king’s concerned looks, stating that he just had a cold.

‘I could kiss you to make you feel better?’

That just started another, shorter coughing fit with Luigi rejecting the offer on the grounds that he didn’t want the king to catch his cold. Surprisingly, Bowser didn’t look like he was coming onto him with the suggestion. ‘Maybe it’s-a his solution whenever his kids were sick,‘ Luigi thought in between coughs.

‘Ahem, how do you know the princess again?’ Hopefully asking about Peach would be enough to buy some time before Mario came back.

Bowser lit up and immediately started talking about his (glorified) perspective of their adventures. He had to admit, it was interesting seeing them from a different point of view. Even if that point of view was peppered with a few cheesy pick up lines and saucy winks.

Speaking of...

Comfortable now that he knew Bowser wouldn’t try and incinerate him, Luigi yawned, stretching in his seat. He could hear the king’s speech falter before picking back up. Hmmm.

Focusing his attention back on the koopa, the green plumber adjusted his skirts and placed his elbow on the tea table, hand in cheek. He leaned forward towards the king and watched the taller man fumble his words when they made eye contact. Heh, he should probably stop before Bowser caught on.

“I hate to cut this short, Your Majesty, but I guess I’ll be going home now. Peach must’ve forgotten to tell me she was busy today.”

Luigi stood up and patted the imaginary dust off his skirts. “It was nice ‘meeting’ you though,” he said, smiling behind his mask.

“You can just call me ‘Bowser’ y’know. I could give you a ride home, easy peasy,” the king offered.

“Ha ha, no thank you. It wouldn’t do to go with a stranger now would it?” He winked. “I can just wait for my ride.”

Bowser blushed. “Right, right,” he coughed, awkwardly. Welp, if Peach wasn’t even here, he didn’t need to be either. Even if he wanted to keep talking to her friend in the pretty green dress. “Here’s my number, if you ever wanna be more than strangers.” Clawed hands pressed a business card with Bowser’s insignia on the front into his own and in a moment the king was gone, the sound of his clown car puttering off into the distance.

Luigi let out a breath. Oof, trying not to let his accent out was hard when you had a cold.

“Treats are ready~!” Peach sang out, gliding into the tea room; cart full of different pastries and teas pushed by Mario followed.

“Hey-a, bro! Did we-a miss anything?”

Luigi laughed and started telling them what happened.

BONUS:

bowser tells kamek what happened and kamek responds the way commander peepers did at the end of The Date from wander over yonder

hater: /talks about disguised sylvia and wander/

peepers, deadpan: you mean sylvia and wander in dresses

hater: ... WHAT?!?

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fp-am · 1 year

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something to write?

hmm...

First time that Orange sees snow?

kind of short, but here’s a young Second discovering snow

heehee

(Third Person POV)

Circa, 2015

“We have another animation to make, Second.”

“Ok!”

It was around Christmas time of 2015. Second was still young and curious, being nurtured and cared for on Alan’s current computer. He��d never seen much of the outside world besides a few scenes and drawings of nature.

He always asked his friends about all the things he’d yet to learn. So far, he loved every drop of information he has consumed.

Today was another busy day. A simple background animation commission for Christmas time. Second was still new to the whole Christmas thing, but was excited to learn more.

Second started drawing pine trees and sketching a landscape, giving it a cool night sky with stars. He glanced over at Alan. To his confusion, he was drawing some white marks on the perfect trees and grass that he had just drawn.

“Alan, what are you doing?”

“wdym?”

“Why are you putting white marks on the background?”

“do you not know about snow?”

“..snow?”

“it’s something that comes around during the winter. when it gets too cold, the rain drops in the clouds freeze up and turn into little shards of ice. that’s what we call snow. once the snow falls, it bunches up and stays on the ground due to the cold weather.”

“Ohh.. it’s like ice.. but smaller?”

“kind of. Why don’t you touch it?”

Second curiously looked at the snow Alan drew. Leaping over, he stuck a hand in. He pulled it out almost immediately.

“Ah! Cold!”

“pft. well of course it’s cold. but its fun to play around with. watch.”

With a smile, Alan drew some more snow, then used his mouse to roll it up into a few balls. Placing them on top of eachother, he drew some accessories for the snowman.

“Woah!”

“see? here, try.”

Drawing some accessories, Alan handed them to Second and backed up.

Scooping up some, Second started building his own snowman. But, every single time, the snow crumbled. He started to get angry, but eventually, he figured it out. Carefully, he stuck on the accessories.

“There! It’s not.. uh.. good but.. I did it.”

“I think it looks great.”

“You’re just saying that..”

“no. It’s really great, Sec.”

“But yours is way better.”

“It’s only ‘better’ because I used a mouse. I didn’t put any effort into it. yours has heart put into it.”

That made Second smile a little.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Well..”

..Second jumped directly into his own snowman, letting it crumble and go down.

“?????”

“Haha! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! I like how soft it is.. I could take a nap in it.”

“why are you always so sleepy”

“I don’t know, but I feel like if I closed my eyes right here, I could just sleep.”

“wouldn’t it be too cold?”

“I don’t think so..” Second yawned, snuggling into the cold, soft lump of snow that used to be a snowman. “Mmmh.. I actually think it’s just right.”

Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

…

It was hours later when Second awoke.

“Mmmph..? Huh?”

“oh, you’re up”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Yep”

“Oh.. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I finished it anyway.”

Second looked around. With all the shading and the snowflakes falling from the sky, it was beautiful.

“Wow..”

“what is it?”

“It’s so pretty..”

“hm. I guess you’re right.”

Suddenly, Second sneezed and sniffled.

“Ah.. what was that?”

“It looks like your sick from sleeping in the snow. you might have a cold.”

“Like.. a sickness?”

“Mhm. cmon. let’s get you in bed so you can get to feeling better..”

“Ok.”

Second left with a smile that night.

Snow. What a curious thing.

#alan becker #animation vs animator #ava #animation vs minecraft #avm #ava the second coming #ava tsc

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asthmaticplushiedragon · 2 months

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Finally finished that. You asked for it, and now you get the lmk Boop War fanfic, three days too late. It turned out really long, I apologize beforehand.

Boop Me If You Can

A Lego Monkie Kid fanfic

Summary: Monkey King promises MK a peach if he can boop him, accidentally (or is it?) Causing a city-wide boop war with MK at the center of it.

AO3:

Flower Fruit Mountain is a peaceful place most of the time. The monkeys are enjoying themselves, eating fruits and resting in the sun while their king is training his successor inside the cave.

But not today.

Today it was anything but peaceful.

Today Monkey King challenged MK to a Booping Duel.

It started okay. Monkey King was sparring with MK, dodging all his blows, hitting him with his own fists and eating Peach Chips, simultaneously.

MK was used to his mentor teasing and tossing him around, but he was caught completely off guard when the monkey king dodged one of his attacks, jumped on his shoulders, and then booped him.

Mk froze in place. "Wha-"

Monkey King then hit his legs and knock him to the ground.

The Monkie Kid spat dirt and rose up to sit. "What did you do?"

"Boop!" The Monkey smiled and tapped his nose again.

"Wha- stop that!"

"Hmm... nope!"

"Ugh- fine! I can boop you too, okay?!" MK rose up to stand and threw his hand forward to Monkey King's face, but the monkey moved aside and he fell on his face again.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! Till the end of the day, I'm sure I'll manage to boop you!"

"HA!" Monkey King dodged MK's hand again. "Well I'll tell you something, alright? If you can't boop me before sunset, you owe me three bowls of noodles. But if you can, I'll give you... one whole peach! How's that sound?"

The Monkie Kid gasped. "AMAZING! Alright! Here comes Monkie-eeeeeaaaaaah!!!!"

The King Laughed as he jumped twenty meters in the air, holding MK with his tail, and throwing him at full strength at the bottom of the mountain.

He came back seconds later, riding on the giant staff. "That's cheating!"

"I never said I was going to play fair!" He said, summoning a cloud and zipping away to the distance. "I'll be in the city, boop me if you can! Byeeee!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Guys! I need all the help I can get!"

"What?! Why?? Is somebody destroying the world again?!"

"What? no! Why would you-" MK froze and scratched his head. "Wow, I guess that does happen often, huh?"

"You could say that." Tang said between noodles.

What do you need??" Mei drew her sword. "Who needs killing?"

"Monkey King's nose! Well not killing, it actually needs booping."

"Ohoho, a boopwar?" Mei swapped her sword in a phone. "Who? Where? What? ALL the details!"

MK drank three glasses of water and stood so that all three could see him easily. "Monkey King and I, inside the city. And he will give me a Peach if I can do it before sunset!"

The group stood silent for a few moment.

"Pigsy, call Sandy." Said Tang. "We have a monkey to boop."

It didn't take long to assemble everyone and come up with a war strategy. The group divided to three teams: Pigsy and Sandy, Mei and Red Son, and Tang with Mo. Each group is to scout one part of the city, and if they see Monkey King they are to call the others and try to seize him. All the while MK watches from the weather station, using the security cameras to look for his mentor.

It didn't take long for the groups to fall victims for Monkey King's booping, either.

The monkey was quick, unpredictable. He moved at the speed of light, booping everyone and everything in his way. There was no escape.

Eventually even his successor wasn't spared of the booping destruction.

"That's the fourth time already! You gotta catch up, bud!"

And with that the monkey took off.

"So?"

"He booped me AGAIN! Ohhh, I can't wait to boop his stupid little nose!"

"Maybe you need more drastic measurements." Red Son offered. "I could give you some of our Bull Clones, if you wish."

"Yeah! And Mo can pilot his mech!" Said Sandy.

"You could practice on us in the meantime!" Said Tang, and Pigsy added "But just because we're helping you doesn't mean we won't boop you back!"

"Aww, you guys..." MK started, but then shook his head. "No! I need to catch Monkey King! Sorry guys!" He booped each of them, and then ran out with his staff, off to try and find the Celestial Monkey.

"Did he just..."

"Oh, yes, he did." Pigsy replied to the fire demon.

Mei grinned mischievously and opened a live stream. "Hey chat! What do you think of starting a city wide Boop War?"

Red Son fixed his glasses and sparked fire in his fist. "It's on."

The city was a peaceful place when demons weren't trying to smash or conquer it. The market is lively, the roads are busy, the arcade is noisy.

But nothing was peaceful on the day of the great Boop War.

Shop owners shut down their businesses to boop passengers. Parents and children booped strangers on the street. Bus drivers didn't move a centimeter before booping each and every one of their passengers.

And everyone were keeping track of how many boops they gave and received.

Three hours to Sunset, Sandy had a headstart of 50, Tang was working on his 78th, Pigsy had a hundred due to booping every customer, Red Son had two hundred and three, and Mei was on a roll with more than Three hundred given and seven hundred received (being a sreamer has pros and cons). And MK? MK, being able to move at the speed of light, had booped every mortal or immortal being who took part in the Boop War: except for the Monkey King.

And as for him... he reached a million boops. Ten to passengers or friends. All of the rest were given to non other than his student.

He received only one boop as for now, from a baby who asked very politely. The same method did not work for MK. He tried.

MK was just about to chase his mentor in the northern part of the city, when he met an unexpected person.

"Hey!" He shouted at the twin demons. "What are you doing here?!"

"What?" Said Jin, rising from booping a young girl. "Are we not allowed to have fun?"

"Yeah! We only want to take part in the dragon girl's boop fight!" Added Yin.

"Oh really?" MK narrowed his eyes. "Or are you here to try and steal my Peach of Immortality?!"

The brothers looked at each other. "Oi, Yin. Did you hear anything about a Peach of Immortality involved?"

Yin shook his head. "But if there is..."

"Well well well, Monkie Kid!" Jin grinned mischievously. "It seems you're onto our plan!"

"Not that we made it on spot or anything, yes? But now we'll also try to win that peach!"

"HA!" MK span the staff. "Good luck with that! Like you could boop Monkey King before me!"

"What? You never said there would be a Monkey King involved!"

The Monkie Kid stuck his staff in the ground and jumped a long way ahead.

And hit a pair of demons he really wasn't sure what their relationship with him was.

"DBK! Heyyyy..."

"Don't bother, noodle boy, we're not here for a fight." Princess Iron Fan waved a dismissive hand and the two of them marched forward. MK wasn't sure what they saw as 'not here for a fight', but carrying your weapons in broad daylight wasn't it. Not that he was one to talk, using his staff at any given time.

"Then why are you here?!"

Princess Iron Fan laughed, and Demon Bull King turned back, touching MK's nose with his talon. "Boop!"

"...huh."

"We'll be off embarrassing our son! So long, noodle boy!"

Before MK could react, a monkey landed on his shoulders, touched his nose, and said "That's one million and twenty three."

"Oh!" MK plunk out a hair and blew on it, creating a clone in front of him, touching Monkey King's nose. "Aha! I did it, I booped your nose! Now give me my Peach!"

The Monkey just laughed and then made a couple of clones of his own. "A clone doesn't count! You need to boop me yourself!" He turned into a sparrow and flew away, followed by MK and tens of the King's clones.

"Just stay put, will you?!"

"Where's the fun in that?" The colorful bird yelled back. "Hey bud, do you think you can escape an angry mob?"

"What kind of question is that?!" MK flew forward and caught up with the Monkey King, reaching with his wing, two centimeters away from his beak...

And was forced to back away when a ray of green flames shot right toward him.

He looked down, seeing all his friends looking at him with fury in their eyes. Behind them stood the Gold and Silver Demons, dozens of Bull Clones, and a random shoe seller with blue hair and huge glasses.

"Mei! I could have gotten a Peach of Immortality!"

"So what?! Come here you coward, or I will set you wing on fire! I can do that, you know!"

Red Son rolled his eyes. "That is a very dull way to get him down, dragon girl. Allow me to show you PEASANTS how you really do it!"

"Aww, you are so sweet, my dear son." Princess Iron Fan laughed with a proud smile, and her husband nodded.

"M-Mother!"

"But guys, I need that peach! And now Monkey King is nowhere to be found again!"

A new voice came from the crowd behind the Monkie Kids - "Don't worry. I can find Wukong for you."

Mk scanned the crowd, looking for the speaker. "Nezha?!"

"Why are you even surprised at this point?!"

"You know what, you have a point! I'm not!" MK landed in a safe distance, watching Mei's sword carefully. "Who's this lady behind you?"

Nezha smiled. "May I introduce the Buddhisattva Guanyin, goddess of mercy."

The Monkie Kid was stunned. "Ohmygoshohmygoshomygosh Guanyin??? Ohhhh that's so cool! Why are you here?"

The goddess smiled. She wore a pink and yellow Hanfu and a lotus shaped hairpin was in her long black hair. "I think Nezha said it plain and simple, MK the Monkie Kid. One being a goddess with duties does not mean I cannot have a fun break once in a few centuries, does it?"

MK nodded. "I guess. Wow, Tang, you're uncharacteristically chill about this."

Pigsy snorted. "He didn't say one word from the moment she and Nezha showed up."

"Oh."

"In any case," Mei cracked her knuckles. "I believe you owe us something."

"What? Why?" His amber eyes flickered in fear as the whole group moved forward.

"My my," Pigsy crossed his arms. "Do you not even realize what this is?"

Mk took a step back.

Sandy's smile was a weird combination between the normal reassuring and warm smile to an off-putting grin. "It's called an ambush, MK."

MK realized, a moment too late, that behind him and to the sides a crowd was surrounding him.

"And this," Red Son snapped his fingers and fire appeared between them. "Is the part where you run. Oh wait! You can't. "

Hundreds, if not thousands of humans, demons, spirits and what not ran forward at once, attacking MK with their booping fingers. Men, women, and all the in-between, even people he considered to be his allies, all seeking revenge for his score of Fifty Two Thousand and Eighty Seven boops.

It was brutal. The people all trying to reach MK's nose, his own hands flying around and booping the people close to him without even noticing. Numbers went up quicker that you could even count them. MK was half buried by the mountain of boopers. There was only one way out.

MK turned into a hawk and flew right between the arms of Red Son and Mei, getting as far away from the crowd as he could, but it didn't take them long to understand what's going on and follow him by foot.

And so MK found himself chasing a monkey in the sky, while running away from an angry mob of his own.

And so, forty five minutes to Sunset, MK was in the middle of a mid-air fight with Nezha and Guanyin, which was mostly just him flying around trying to get away while Nezha is throwing petal darts at him and Guanyin booping him with quick hands and a charming laughter. MK had a strong feeling of Deja Vu.

Finally, half an hour before his deadline, MK managed to escape and zipped back to the ground.

And hit a huge dragon.

It wasn't Mei, the dragon was too big and the shade was off. However it was certainly someone from her clan. MK's first thought was that it was Ao Guang, Mei's great-great-a-thousand-times-great-grand-uncle, followed by his second: 'Wait, didn't that guy die? I think Macaque killed him. Is he dead? Oh gosh I think Macaque actually killed that guy. Did I hit a ghost dragon?!'

Then the dragon turned, and MK understood. She had red marks around her eyes, like eyeliner, and her face was majestic and criticizing.

"Mrs. Dragon! Oh gosh I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you! Are you okay??"

Mei's mother looked at him for a few moments, then giggled. "Oh honey it's fine! My dragon form is pretty big, I should have been more careful and look out to smaller people flying around."

MK blinked. That was not the reaction he was expecting. "Oh. Uh, great! Um..."

"Are you okay, dear?"

MK flapped his wings, trying to find the right words. "...why are you here? In you dragon form, that is. Of course you'd be in the city, you live here. I meant to ask why you're out in the huge dragon form."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Because my husband is boring and I want to have fun in my daughter's game. This form is very efficient for booping others! They can't reach my nose, but I can boop theirs!"

MK gasped in a smile. "Ohmygosh thank you! You're helping me so much right now!" He zipped upwards, activating his gold vision. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Dragon!"

"Oh my!" Mei's mother watched him fly. "You look worked up enough to fight Sun Wukong himself!"

MK found Monkey King chilling with Peach Chips on a cloud just above the weather station, eyes closed.

"Aha! Found you!"

Monkey King raised an eyebrow. "Hey Bud, I heard you coming here so that wouldn't have worked for you anyway, but if your opponent doesn't see you coming maybe shouting that you found them is not the brighter idea."

MK froze. "Okay yeah you're probably right. But I don't have much time to chat about my mistakes! Here comes monkie kid!" He yelled, flying forward at the speed of light, and missed Monkey King's nose again.

"Come on, bud, this is getting embarrassing!" The monkey shook his head. "Just do it!"

The king jumbled aside and booped MK, who turnedback into a human. He hit his ribs and when MK tensed in pain he booped him again. "You need to see this as a battle!" He caught him with his tail and after another quick boop threw him at the roof of the weather station. MK growled in pain as he hit the roof. "See your opponent's mistakes and make them your advantages!" Monkey King landed on his student's chest and made him puff, then booped him. "This is not a game. It's a battle! Use your training!"

"But I-"

"You can! You just need to believe in yourself!" The Monkey King let him go. "So do it! You have five minutes, MK. I believe you can do it. Show me it's true!"

MK rose up on shaking legs and closed his fists. He stumbled in the general direction of his mentor, fists closed. "Here. Comes. Monkie Kid!" He ran forward, and Monkey King smiled. "Go on! Fight me!"

MK's fist hit his mentor's side, and he returned the blow with a hit to MK's hand and a boop on his nose. MK enlarged the staff and swang it toward Monkey King's head, but he ducked and dodged. "Harder! Don't be afraid to hit me! Come on, boop me!"

The Monkie Kid gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, and threw forward a finger to where he expected Monkey King's nose to be- and fell off the roof.

"Kid!" Monkey King rushed to summon a cloud and dive down, landing on the ground where MK would fall and putting both hands forward to catch him.

High pitched screams of panic sounded from above as a human figure fell from the sky, arms tossed around, trying to catch something to hold onto.

All the people who participated in the game could easily see it when, thirty seconds before sunset, one of MK's panicking hands brushed against Monkey King's nose. Finally.

After they calmed him down, Mei showed MK the video, so excited she looked like she's gonna explode. "MK! You did it! You won a Peach!"

"I- I did? I mean, I did!" MK turned to the smiling Monkey King.

"You did great, kid. Not what I meant, but great."

"YES!" MK high-fived his friends. "I'm getting that Peach of Immortality!"

"Wow wow wow. Who said anything about immortality?"

"But you said-"

"I said a peach, I never mentioned an immortal one!" Monkey King protested.

"What?!" MK shouted.

"All that and for a stupid regular peach?!" Mei grabbed Monkey King's scarf. "That's so unfair!"

"I have a feeling of Deja Vu." Mumbled Red Son, arms crossed.

But MK just laughed, and laughed and laughed until he was unable to breath. "You know what?" He finally said to his friends (and Guanyin who was still there for some reason). "It was fun. I don't even care if it's a regular peach. I had fun with all of you today."

The group looked at him, then laughed as well.

"Yeah, you're right. It was worth it." Pigsy smiled.

"Definitely." Sandy sat on the ground beside him, followed by Mei and Red Son, and the purring Mo.

"But can we please not do that again?" Tang asked awkwardly. "We managed to destroy the city with a Boop War. This is a new top score."

"Oh!" MK tapped Mei's shoulder. "I know just what we need right now."

Mei smiled and opened her phone once again. "Everyone say hi to the camera!"

But MK wasn't looking at the Camera when she took the picture. He was too busy booping his mentor, a big smile across his face.

#Finally!#boop #april fools #lego monkie kid #lmk #boop war #lmk mk #lmk monkey king #i wont tag everyone #lmk fanfiction

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alrightieaphroditie · 2 years

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shining armor | e.m. series masterlist! | next part!

pairing *:·ﾟ eddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ 4.5 k warnings *:·ﾟdrinking, mentioning’s of parental abuse (very slight), an *:·ﾟi was in like a fever dream when i wrote most of this is so asdfhkl not too sure how much i actually like it.. but anyways,,, this is technically a part two to 'take the edge off' but i tried writing it so that it could also be read just by itself! i also listened to touch tank by quinnie the entire time so if eddie seems a little soft.. that's why. i'm convinced that song could be about him 100%. this is also pretty unedited, so if you see an errors please let me know!

synposis *:·ﾟ after working a double shift, you realize you left your house key locked, well, inside your house. while waiting, a thunderstorm hits, and the only one around to save you is your neighbor, eddie.

"mayfield?" the voice sounded out between the booms of thunder, and you could just barely make it out, but you knew it was coming from the trailer across the road.

part of you wanted to ignore him. wanted to curl up into yourself even more and disappear, shrink into the darkness that was covering your front porch steps. that was definitely better than potentially having eddie munson see you sopping wet and shivering, no doubt with mascara clinging to your cheeks. to put it kindly, you looked pitiful. and that wasn't something you wanted others to see.

a few beats passed, more thunder rumbled on, and honestly you thought your plan had worked. and then you heard him call out again. "mayfield, the fuck are you doing out in this storm?" his voice had a kind of rasp to it, like he had been screaming or singing or both, all night. you heard the door to his van slam shut and risked a peek over your shoulder. through the flashes of lightning and the one flickering streetlamp at the corner, you could see his figure standing near his van, facing your way. he had his hands on his hips, his head cocked slightly to the side as he probably scrutinized you for sitting on your porch this late at night, during a storm no less.

in your defense, though, it's not like that's what you wanted to be doing. you'd much rather be inside with a cup of hot chocolate, wearing your favorite oversized sweater, with your newest library book in bed. but that couldn't happen because you somehow managed to leave your house key in your bedroom today. that wasn't something that you had realized until after your closing shift at the family video, when you had pulled onto the grass besides the trailer and started digging through your center console in a panic. it just got worse from there. max was having a sleepover with el, and you didn't have enough gas in your car to drive out to hopper's cabin and back to grab her keys. your mom, on the other hand, was either working a night shift and would be back around midnight, or she was at a bar somewhere, taking shelter for the night. either way, you were stuck with no way inside for the time being.

a particularly fat raindrop hit your face, and that was when you decided to acknowledge eddie. i mean, it's not like he likes me or anything. it wouldn't hurt to have him see me like such a mess, you thought, trying to wipe some of the clumpy black mascara away from your eyes. sniffing slightly, you stood up off the top step and made your way down, quickly jogging over to your neighbor. eddie's figure became clearer as you drew closer, and you noticed he was wearing a pair of black jeans ripped at the knees, a black t-shirt boasting the corroded coffin logo, and his black leather jacket. his hair was starting to get plastered to his head from standing in the rain, and as you slowed your pace, you watched as he ran both of his hands through it, shaking it out slightly as he did.

"wow, crazy running into you here, huh?" you tried saying teasingly, giving eddie a soft smile as you closed the distance between the two of you. you were gripping onto your family video vest tightly, feeling nervous for some reason you couldn't really figure out. it had been a couple of weeks since your last interaction with your neighbor, and while you noticed that the two of you had started to acknowledge one another a bit more (a wave here, a smile there) you hadn't really had the time to talk to each other. remembering eddie's kindness and his lazy smiles from that night made your skin crawl, but in a good way. at least, you think.

you watched as eddie's brown eyes squinted at you, maintaining eye contact with you while he shoved his hands in his jean pockets. his gaze made you fidget, and you shifted on your feet while the rain pelted down and were just about to make a run for it back to your porch before eddie gave you a lopsided grin.

"absolutely bizarre, yeah. i mean, it's not like we live across the street from each other or anything," he responded, using his sleeve to wipe some rain out of his eyes. this close, you could see a silver chain hanging around his neck that hadn't been there the last time you talked. at the bottom hung a brown guitar pick that looked lovingly worn, and the thought of eddie keeping the pick he uses around his neck at all times made you grin. this boy was so full of surprises.

"want to tell me why you're hanging around on your porch in the rain right now or inside?" he asked, tilting his head to the door of his trailer while digging around in his back pocket for his keys. you angled your head to the door as well, worried that if you started talking that your teeth would chatter from how cold you were. he motioned for you to go up the steps first, and you almost tripped on the top step because of the rain dripping into your eyes, but eddie's hands came up quickly to hold onto your waist, keeping you upright. the feeling alone caused your cheeks to flush with heat, and you had to clear your throat quietly as you waited for eddie to unlock the door.

"welcome to the munson castle, my lady," he muttered as he ushered you into the trailer. eddie kicked his shoes off at the front door, and you followed in suit, frowning slightly at the feeling of your wet socks against the floor. you decided to take those off too, tucking them inside your shoes before glancing around the home. the layout resembled yours, except on a smaller scale. the kitchen was right in front of you but slightly to the right, and to the left was their living room area. a cot was placed near the couch, the blanket rumpled up at the bottom, and past the kitchen you could see a hallway that presumably led to a bedroom.

you stood still by the door, watching eddie walk around the trailer. it seemed like he couldn't pick between picking up the mess in the kitchen, or the mess in the living room, or the mess in the hallway. eventually he stopped pacing around and looked at you, a sheepish grin on his face. "sorry about the mess. our cleaning lady took the week off." he joked, rubbing the back of his neck. you couldn't help but grin back, brushing some of the wet strands of your hair behind your ear.

"it's alright, munson. it adds character to the place, i think," you mused, playfully looking around your surroundings with awe. you caught sight of pictures of young eddie on the mantle, and the sight made your heart soar. the sound of laughter slipped through his lips, and your grip on your vest tightened ever so slightly. some water dripped onto the floor from your action, and it brought the two of you out of whatever trance you had just been in. eddie snapped his fingers, saying something about a towel before stalking off down the hall. as you listened to him rummaging through the hall closet, you shrugged off your jacket and opened the door, placing that and your vest on the one dry area of his porch. when you stepped back inside, eddie was standing near you with a blue towel and what looked to be some clothes on top.

"it's your lucky night, mayfield. i have one clean towel left, and it has your name on it." he said with a smirk, winking at you from over the pile in his arms. you ignored the flush crawling up your neck and gratefully took the towel and clothes out of his arms. he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom, telling you to ignore the mess in their as well, and then went into his room, shutting the door while shrugging off his leather jacket. you caught a glimpse of his forearm tattoo, the one of the bats, before his door shut all the way, and although you weren't necessarily cold anymore, you shivered slightly.

eager to dry your hair and face from the rain, you hustled into the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you balanced the pile eddie had given you at the edge of the counter. the bathroom was about the same size as the one in your trailer, but the sheer amount of products made the space seem even smaller. the shower curtain was haphazardly pulled hallway shut, the toilet seat was sitting up, and an ungodly amount of hair products littered the counter space. it wasn't dirty messy, like you truthfully thought it would be, just organizationally messy. with the current state of your room, though, you weren't one to judge. not that you would have anyway.

you grabbed the towel first, running the material over your face a few times to clean the rain and mascara. it smelled like laundry detergent with a slight hint of smoke, and the scent made you feel comforted in a way you weren't expecting. you moved on to your hair then, squeezing out your locks before wrapping your hair up in the towel and letting it sit on top of your head. you quickly stripped from your long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans, shaking your hair out of the towel to pat dry your skin. holding up the clothes eddie handed you, you breathed a sigh of relief when you noticed that they were slightly oversized. they would've been big on eddie, but you've always been on the curvier side, and the clothes would fit you almost perfectly.

you tugged on the grey sweatpants and black t-shirt, giving your hair one more passthrough with the towel before stepping out of the bathroom. eddie was in the process of putting away the cot, having changed out of his wet clothes too. he was wearing the same plaid red flannel pajama pants as he wore the last time you saw him, but this time he was also wearing a plain black t-shirt. a trash bag sat next to your shoes, and you assumed it was for your clothes, so you walked over and dumped your shirt and jeans into the bag before tying it up and setting it by the door. a few of the lights in the kitchen started flickering from the storm, and you walked over to the living room area where eddie was, picking at the skin around your nails nervously.

he glanced up at you while he was closing the cot, grinning once he saw you in his clothes. he motioned his head to the couch, fighting the latch on the cot. "there's a blanket for you if you're cold. jesus fucking christ, why won't this just close." he groaned, shaking the cot frame a little while he messed with the latch. you suppressed a laugh as you watched him, and then you took pity on him by bumping him with your hip slightly to move him out of the way. he stood up, running his hand through his hair, and watched silently as you closed the latch in one try.

muttering something about you being a witch, he took the cot out of your hands and squeezed it between the wall and the couch. he stood off to the side, and a brief moment of awkwardness passed between you two as you stood there; you, glancing at eddie. him, glancing at the floor with his hands on his hips. you decided to take the blanket, reaching down to grab the giant green thing, and wrapping it around your shoulders before settling down on the couch. your movements spurred eddie into action, and he moved over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to peer inside.

"you thirsty, mayfield? we have beer and... beer." he announced, laughing. you glanced over your shoulder, watching him grab a can of beer himself and popping it open. he grabbed another can, holding it out to you while taking a sip of his own. you shook your head politely, tucking your hair back behind your ear. "nah, i'm alright. i'm not really a big fan of drinking," you confess, sparing eddie a shy grin. you watch quietly as he makes his way back to the couch, setting his drink on the small wooden table at the other end of the couch before plopping down. he turns to you slightly, placing his elbow on the arm of the couch and resting his head in his hand.

"so, you'll smoke weed but not drink? picky with your vices, huh?" he says, raising his eyebrows at you teasingly while giving you a shit-eating grin. laugh lines form around his mouth, cascading into his cheeks, and in that moment, with his bright brown eyes and wet hair, he looks so youthful. you don't understand how anyone could look at eddie munson and call him a freak. it just didn't make any sense.

"munson, my mother is a borderline alcoholic who forgets she has children most nights and my stepdad turned abusive when he drank. please forgive me for not wanting to see what kind of monster i could turn into when i drink." the words slipped from your mouth before you could filter them, and you expected some kind of concerned reaction from eddie. if it had been anyone else, no doubt they would have tried to comfort you about your situation or, at the very least, would have taken pity on you. but once your gaze met eddie's, you knew he understood where you were coming from. nobody really knew the full story about what happened with eddie's parents and why he lived with his uncle, but you always imagined it wasn't a pretty story.

eddie's sad grin basically confirmed all your suspicions.

"i can respect that. i understand not wanting to carry out the generational trauma that may run in your blood," he wiggled his fingers at his words, his voice teasing but with an edge. after taking a long sip from his drink, he continued. "for the record though, you could never be a monster, mayfield. i don't think you have it in you," the genuine truth and kindness in his voice made you tear up slightly, and you wanted to scoff at yourself. for someone who always kept a check on their emotions around others, you were sure doing a shit job at doing it around eddie. he didn't seem to mind though, which made him all the more comforting.

sniffing slightly, you tugged the blanket around your shoulders a bit tighter, breathing in the same scent of laundry detergent and smoke. you wondered if it would cling to your skin, your hair. if you'd be able to smell it when you inevitably left. get your shit together, woman you thought, bringing up your legs to tuck your feet underneath you. "clearly you don't know me well enough, then. but that's beside the point. what were you doing out so late, edward?" self-deprecation was your go-to when you felt vulnerable, and most times it worked how you wanted it to - the people around you would laugh, and the subject would be dropped. you should've known better than to try that with eddie, though, because his big brown eyes turned sad as he watched you snuggle up on the couch. he looked like he wanted to argue, but maybe thought better of it, because of saying anything at first, he just took another chug of beer. partially successful, then.

"oh, you know. the usual. a little guitar practicing here, a little smoking there. galloped around the shire for a bit, too." he tossed you a wink, leaning his head back on his hand." my band - you know corroded coffin, yeah? we have a show coming up at the hideout in a few weeks and gareth has been insisting that we spend every waking hour practicing. he wouldn't let us leave until we played one of our songs straight through perfectly. " eddie's eyes roll back as he mimics playing the guitar, biting down on his lip as he bounces on the couch slightly. the sight makes you laugh, and you lean your head against the back of the couch, suddenly feeling grateful that you didn't follow through with your stupid plan of ignoring eddie. as if anyone could ignore eddie when he really wanted their attention, anyways.

"but enough about me, mayfield. what were you doing out so late? trying to catch fucking hypothermia?" he asked accusingly, his demeanor shifting slightly from playful to serious. his eyebrows turned down slightly at you as one of his hands fiddled with the guitar pick around his neck. "seriously, you couldn't have sat in your car or something?"

"for your information, munson, i did sit in my car for about an hour. i just didn't have enough gas to keep it turned on, and it started getting hot and humid. it was just sprinkling at that point though. i didn't know we were supposed to get a torrential downpour tonight," you snapped at him, the wariness of your day finally catching up with you. rubbing your eyes, you shook your head slightly. "i left my key in my bedroom and the door is locked. max is out with her friend and i honestly have no idea where our mom is. i thought i could just... wait out the storm or something. it was dumb, i know." your fingers wrap around the edge of the blanket, bringing it closer to you as you glance up at eddie. his finger was twirling around the edge of his beer can, his head cocked to the side slightly as he listened to your story.

after what felt like ages, he finally adjusted his position, gripping on to the back of the couch and the arm to lift himself up so that he could stick his feet underneath him. “you're right, it is dumb," he agrees, nodding his head. his tone is serious, but he shoots a grin at you. "maybe it’s time for you to invest in an umbrella then, mayfield.” eddie replied, shrugging. his surprisingly serious tone caught you off guard. he stared at you for a moment, face blank, before his lips quirked up in a smile.

“oh, fuck off, eddie.” you couldn’t help the snort that escaped from your mouth, which quickly turned into you laughing. at the sound, eddie’s face lit up with his own smile, and a deep chuckle filled your ears. “i’m being serious, y/n!” he laughed, shaking his head slightly at you. he started twisting one of the rings on his pointer finger with his thumb, a subtle reminder of how hard it was for him to sit still. you didn’t mind it, though. “hey, but really, if you’re ever in a position like that again, just come over to my place. my uncle and i rarely lock the door anyways.”

you grinned at his suggestion, watching the way his fingers on his other hand tapped along the backside of the couch. “thank you, munson.” you replied softly, sinking even further into his couch as you got more comfortable. the sound of a dishwasher running filled the silence as eddie took another sip of his drink, and for the next few minutes, the two of you talked about almost anything you could think of. eddie complained about mrs. o’donall’s class and how it was killing him, you talked about your jobs and how, if you had to listen to officer callahan and officer powell argue about whose turn it was to go get donuts, you were going to make hopper fire the both of them. more donuts for you two then, anyways.

eddie listened intently to everything you had to say, smiling and laughing at the right times, nodding his head when appropriate, maintaining eye contact the entire time. it was so nice to have someone who actually listened to you, someone you could confide in. talking to eddie made you want to tell him all of your secrets only because you knew he wouldn’t judge you for them and that he’d guard them with his life. it was like a breath of fresh air, which is exactly what you needed after the events of the past year.

you didn’t know how long you had been in eddie’s trailer, but it had only felt like seconds had passed when you heard a car door slam. the sound had made both you and eddie jolt apart, as you both had started leaning in closer to one another while eddie talked about the tattoos on his arms. hugging the blanket around you, you stood up and shuffled over to the window. peeking through the blinds, you realized the rain had stopped some time ago, and noticed your mom’s car was now parked besides yours in the grass. as you watch her stagger up the front steps, your heart drops a bit as you realize where she’d been all night.

with a small yawn, you turn to face eddie, who had also stood up from the couch. he had his hands in his flannel pajama pockets, rocking back and forth slightly on his feet. the skin beneath his eyes had gotten a little dark, and it hit you then that he was probably exhausted but stayed up for a few more hours to help you out. god, the things this man was doing to you. it simply wasn’t fair.

“that was my mom… i probably should get going before she makes a mess of everything.” you explain, a sheepish smile on your face as you hitch your thumb up to point out the window. eddie nods his head in understanding, his tongue sticking out slightly from the corner of his mouth. “once again, i really do appreciate your help, and everything you’ve said. i owe you, a lot.”

you’re pretty sure it’s the look in his eyes that makes you step closer to him, but that’s only because you don’t want to chalk up your actions to your own stupidity. but you do step closer, and closer, until you’re finally toe-to-toe with eddie munson, and before you can even rationalize it, your arms are opening on their own and circling around eddie’s waist. you can hear his heartbeat as you rest the side of your face against his chest, and when it quickens slightly, you’re worried that you made a mistake.

he seemed frozen in time, but just as you're about to pull away, an apology on the tip of your tongue, eddie’s arms wrap around your body, just beneath your shoulders, and his chin rests on top of your head. you feel him take a big breath, slowly releasing the air as his grip tightens on you ever so slightly. “anytime, mayfield.” you head him mutter before feeling his lips press a gentle kiss against your forehead. this time, you feel your own heartbeat quicken.

it’s as if neither of you want to let go first, because the hug lasts more than a few seconds. it isn’t until a rumbling of thunder sounds that makes you realize more rain probably isn’t too far behind, and reluctantly, you let your hands slide down his waist before pulling back away completely. eddie’s hands return to his pockets, and he watches you quietly as you fold up the blanket and gather up your things. just as you’re about to open the door to head out, you feel eddie’s fingers against your elbow.

“i meant what i said earlier, mayfield. if you ever need a safe space to land, please don’t hesitate to come over here.” his voice is soft, and when you turn your head to look at him, his usual playfulness is gone. his light brown eyes have gone a shade darker, as if to really drive home his seriousness, but they’re the same puppy dog eyes you’ve come to love. the rings on his fingers dig into your skin slightly, and you glance down at where his hand is on your elbow, warmth emitting across your body from the spot.

“i won’t,” you manage to get out, your voice barely above a whisper as you look back up at him, a small, genuine smile playing on your lips. a safe space to land, you thought. eddie munson just offered you the one thing you’ve been looking for these past few months, the one thing you know will help you heal. in a strange turn of events, eddie was quickly becoming a sort of savior to you, like some kind of knight; helping you in ways you never could’ve anticipated when you were feeling particularly damsel-in-distressingly. it felt so on brand for him that it made a small laugh slip from your mouth, and eddie's eyebrow quirked up in response.

"i just had a thought that you're kind of like my knight in shining armor, munson." you admit, a playful tone laced through your voice. eddie's response is exactly what you imagined: his brown eyes get bright, and those smile lines deepened around his mouth as he gives you a full smile before tilting his head back to laugh. he didn't think that anyone would've ever considered him a knight, much less one in shining armor. he didn't mind being yours, though.

he follows you out onto the landing, still shaking with laughter, and as you reach the grass in front of his trailer, he extends his hand and bows dramatically, the tips of his hair almost brushing against the wooden porch. "forever at your service, my lady." he quips, standing up abruptly fast and holding his hand over his chest, right above his heart. you laugh at his theatrics, gripping the trash bag with your clothes in one hand as you playfully blow a kiss towards him. he pretends to jump up and grab it before shoving his fist into this pocket. "saving that one for later, princess."

a blush rushes to your cheeks, and suddenly you're so thankful that it's dark outside because you can only imagine how red your face must be. with a final wave, you walk along the gravel road back to your trailer, watching your mother's shadow move around the kitchen area from behind the curtain. in a second, you'll be forced to join reality again when you have to help your mother clean off in the shower, when you have to pick up the mess she has no doubt made in the kitchen.

but for right now, as you walk back to your trailer in your wet shoes, wearing clothes that aren't yours, you allow yourself to stay wrapped up in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you might mean as much to eddie munson as he's starting to mean to you.

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 5: Sacrifice

Contents | Part 4 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) Attending Sunday Mass leaves you confused and frustrated.

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, adult & sexual themes, religious imagery, infidelity, explicit sexual content including: penetrative sex, using, light choking & domination by reader. Readers must be 18+

You woke to the weight of an arm draped across your stomach, a nose nudging your shoulder, warming your skin with gentle breaths. You fought to open your eyes, turning your head and blinking past crystals of sleep to find Alfie nestled against your side.

When he slept, it was easy to forget just how much things had changed. In sleep he regained his softness; a pretty face unsullied by cocky smiles and dismissive eye rolls, a warm body that reached for you in search of comfort in the middle of the night.

Each night you would go to bed so certain it was over, that the bond between you was broken beyond repair. Only to wake the next morning and find him holding you as he slept, and - just for a while - you wondered if there was something salvageable in it all.

"Morning," he croaked.

You hadn't realised he was awake, startling slightly at the sound of his voice. "Oh, morning."

"You were talking in your sleep."

"I was?"

"Mhm. 'Alfie, oh god, Alfie'," he mimicked your voice in a breathy moan.

"Yeah right." You chuckled sleepily. "You wish."

He laughed too, eyes still closed as he nuzzled his face against your arm. "You really were talking in your sleep though. I swear you said something about the ten commandments."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Think you're going to church too much."

"Mm. Well I'm actually going again today."

"Wow, you sure you're not planning to convert?" he joked.

You gave a soft laugh. "I just like the atmosphere. And now Mara's looking to have the baby baptised there so I said I'd join her for mass."

"What time will you be home?"

"I'm not sure, why?"

He shrugged. "Was just wondering. I feel like I've barely seen you since you started volunteering."

You brought your hands up to rub your face, pressing the tips of your fingers into the inner corners of your eyes. "I mean, we weren't exactly spending tons of time together anyway."

"Fair enough." He gave a resigned sigh and draped one leg over yours, cuddling closer. "Just one of those relationship ruts I suppose."

Rut was not exactly the word you would have chosen. Demise, perhaps, collapse, unraveling, expiration, decay, ruin, death, failure-

"But we're good though, right?" he asked.

"Hm?"

He placed a lazy kiss at the top of your arm. "Me and you, we're good?"

"Oh." You paused for a moment before nodding slightly, your words turning to mush in your mouth. "Yeah, I- We're... Fine."

You'd grown so used to the guilt that the feeling had stopped fully going away. Instead it remained there in your chest, like a pilot light, always flickering as it waited for a reminder to ignite it again.

"Good," he said, kissing your arm once more, then your shoulder. "So what's your thoughts on a blow job then?"

You turned to look at him, this time with an unamused expression. "I think it's a stupid name for something that involves no blowing whatsoever."

He rolled his eyes, shifting closer, lips now pressing against your neck. "I meant what do you think to... you know..."

"What? Sucking you off first thing in the morning? I'll pass, thanks."

He drew the air in through his teeth with a quiet hiss, feigning offence, though you suspected there was some truth in it.

"Okay," he said. "Well how about a quickie instead?"

You sighed. "I'm just... Not in the mood."

He surrendered, flopping back onto his side of the bed and staring up at the ceiling in defeat.

"Sorry," you added.

"It's fine. Would just be nice if you actually were in the mood from time to time."

"If I was-? We had sex last week, Alfie, don't act like we never do it-"

"We don't. Not compared to how much we used to."

You shook your head, breathing out a discontented laugh.

"I just mean, you complain I'm not attentive enough, but then I suggest sex and it's like you're not interested."

You sat up, twisting the top half of your body to face him. "Sticking your dick in something does not equal attentiveness."

"I was just trying to be a bit spontaneous, alright," he mumbled like a child. "Gina said girls like that."

"Right, well firstly, I'm not a girl. And secondly, I'm not Gina." You climbed out of bed and began making your way towards the door.

"Sorry, woman, whatever."

You paused as you wrapped your fingers around the door handle. "Why are you getting relationship advice from Gina?" You turned to look at him. "Have you been talking to her about us?"

He shrugged awkwardly. "Am I not allowed to?"

"Allowed to what? Wait until I go out so you can sit around talking about me? About our sex life?"

"And you're telling me you don't talk to anyone about those things?"

You gave a shrug, your voice fading, as though the quieter you spoke, the less duplicitous your response would be. "Who would I talk to?"

"I don't know, you seem quite pally with our lord and fucking saviour lately."

"Oh, piss off Alfie." You opened the door and walked out of the room without another word.

When he slept, it may have been easy to forget. But the moment he woke, the fog was always quick to clear.

There was a car waiting for you outside. It was expensive-looking, spotless, shiny, so big you wondered how it even fit down the narrow, congested road. You closed the front door behind you and hurried down the path, stopping when the passenger window began to roll down.

"What the fuck are you wearing!?" Mara shouted from inside the car, a look of horror on her beautifully made-up face.

You looked down at yourself, at your regular clothes that you thought looked quite nice, then back up to her. "What's wrong with it?"

"Aren't you supposed to dress up? Like fancy?"

"It's just mass," you said with a shrug. "No need really."

"Jesus. Right okay, whatever, just... can you come and get in, please."

You walked to the back door, opening it to see a huge carseat strapped inside, baby Soleil squinting up at you in the sunlight.

"Other side," said Mara.

"Yep," you replied before shutting the door and walking around the car.

You climbed in, glancing at your sister in the front passenger seat and pressing your lips together to hide a smirk.

You could see now why your appearance had bothered her; her hair was swept up and decorated like she was attending a wedding, her makeup perfect, cream coloured dress immaculate. Her husband Nathan sat in the drivers seat wearing a shirt and tie, expensive watch peeking out from under the sleeve of his brown peacoat.

"So we're overdressed, then?" he asked casually as he began to drive.

"It's fine, people wear all sorts," you replied. "I tend to stick around after the service to help out so I like to be comfortable, I suppose..."

"Seat belt," said Mara sternly.

You pulled it around you and clipped it in, glancing over at Soleil as she slept, her tiny body swallowed in a dress of flowers and frills, the carseat strapped and buckled to within an inch of its life.

Your eyes flitted back to Mara, watching her flip down the sun visor and examine herself in the mirror.

"You look nice," you said.

"Mm," she replied, unconvinced. "I was already worried it might be a bit slutty-"

"Slutty?"

"Y'know, by the church's standards."

Nathan glanced at you in the rearview mirror as he drove. "She's worried she might be showing too much skin, whereas I'm worried she might burst into flames the second she sets foot inside."

You smirked.

She swatted his arm. "If Ellis didn't burn then I think I'm good."

"Nice one, thanks," you scoffed.

"How did you end up friends with a priest, anyway?" Nathan asked.

"I started volunteering at his church. It's pretty self explanatory."

"All sounds a bit kinky if you ask me."

"Nathan," said Mara sternly, before turning to look at you. "It does though."

You rolled your eyes. "Is it not possible that I could just be doing something nice? Y'know, for the community?"

"No," she replied bluntly.

By the time you got to the church, the small carpark was almost full. You got out and walked ahead with Mara, leaving Nathan to wrestle with the baby's carseat alone.

This was the most you'd talked in a while, the most time you'd spent in her company without feeling like she was counting down the minutes until she could get away. You wondered what had changed, if this was progress, or if it was all temporary.

"Do my tits look okay?" she asked, high heels clacking against the path.

You looked at her from the corner of your eye, before dropping your gaze to her chest. "They look fine..."

"I mean they're not too... in your face? And they're not leaking, are they?"

"No, they're not leaking."

"Good, I wore two lots of breast pads today just to make s..." she trailed off as you reached the church steps.

You watched as she stared up at the building, her face turning hard and angular as she ground her teeth, balling her hands into fists, squeezing and releasing, pressing her nails into her palms.

"I don't do churches," she said quietly.

You cleared your throat and swallowed. "Yeah, me neither."

"What are you talking about? You said you come all the time."

"Well I suppose this one's not so bad."

She dallied on the bottom few steps. It reminded you of the first service you ever came to, how you'd stood outside for so long that you missed the entire thing.

"Is it the incense-y smell?" you asked. "Because you get used to it."

"No, Ellis, it's not the-" She huffed. "Let's just get this over with."

You went inside and showed her the back pew where you usually sat, letting out a sigh when she ignored you and moved closer to the front. You begrudgingly followed, shuffling in to sit beside her. Nathan joined soon after, making you move up so he could sit down.

It felt weird being there with them, like they were intruding on a fortress you'd built; a place that had been only yours for so long. This was your sanctuary, your reverie, and they were invading it.

A bell rang, followed by June asking everyone to stand. You elbowed Mara and she reluctantly rose to her feet, looking around curiously as the entrance hymn began. You knew by now what that music meant; it meant Father Benedict was there, about to walk down the aisle with his candle bearers, make eye contact with you for a split second as he passed.

Mara peered over her shoulder to the back of the room, finally getting a glimpse of him for the first time, before turning her head back to you slowly with a judgmental glare.

"What?" you whispered.

"Volunteering my arse."

You furrowed your brow, shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders.

"You-" she stopped suddenly when the congregation began to sing, pretending to mouth along with the words for a moment before leaning in to continue whispering. "You've not been coming here out of the goodness of your own heart. You've been coming here to perv. On that." She pointed at Father Benedict as he approached the altar.

You gasped softly, placing a hand on your chest in feigned outrage. "I can't believe you think I'd do something like that."

"I think you would absolutely do something like that."

You stared at her for a moment before sighing in defeat. "Look, it's fine, it's not like anything's going to happen. He doesn't- He's not-" You huffed. "He's a priest."

"Tall, sexy priest."

"That's your opinion."

She scoffed quietly, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek.

"Mara. I'm with Alfie, and I'm not a cheat."

"Hm."

She'd never liked Alfie, and at first it seemed petty, nothing more than a shallow dislike, a clash of character. But perhaps she'd sensed something, like a dog able to sniff out a seed of cancer before it began to spread.

"Look, I met him by chance," you whispered. "And he's become a good friend, that's it. I've been having a rough time and he's been supporting me through it."

"Does he think you're religious?"

You paused. "There's a chance he might think I'm... interested in converting."

"Why on earth would he think that?"

"Because I told him so."

"Christ, Ellis," she hissed. "You can't-"

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," Father Benedict's voice echoed through the chapel.

"Amen," said the congregation in unison.

"Amen," you mumbled, sitting down along with everyone else.

"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all," he said.

"And with your spirit," everyone replied.

"With your spirit," Mara muttered distractedly, too busy looking at you; watching you watch him, like she was waiting for your face to give you away.

"Brethren," he said. "Let us acknowledge our sins, and so prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries."

You tried to relax the muscles in your face; tilting your head a little, lips parting slightly, as though the softer you made yourself, the less she would be able to decipher, like a puzzle piece with no edges, a crossword without lines.

But when Father Benedict glanced in your direction, you suddenly found your composure harder to keep. Though it was not from lust, but pure aggravation. Your brows came together, just for a moment, eyes narrowing as you watched him avoid your gaze.

"I confess to almighty God," he began, leading a prayer. "And to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have greatly sinned, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and in what I have failed to do..."

In what I have done and in what I have failed to do.

You'd never understood that part before - 'failed to do' - how could there possibly be sin in doing nothing? But you were starting to get it; realising how the moments when neither of you said anything were somehow the most dangerous. Maybe that was why he wasn't looking at you.

"Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault," he continued.

The words burned, and there was a part of you that believed he wanted them to, like a searing reminder of your last conversation earlier that week.

You sat in the passenger seat of his car, folding your train ticket back and forth like a paper fan and lamenting the extra money you'd spent on the return you hadn't ended up needing. The drive back from his old parish had been uncharacteristically quiet; Father Benedict insisting on taking you home, yet barely speaking, instead focusing on the road ahead as you watched the world rush by through the window.

The car rolled to a stop against the kerb, the engine cutting out as you looked over at your house. It was so quiet, no lights on despite the sun beginning to set, rainwater dripping from the broken gutter onto an Amazon package that hadn't been taken inside.

You sighed and turned to Father Benedict, eyes falling to his hands as they remained on the steering wheel, anchoring him to it.

"Well thank you," you finally said, pressing your mouth into a straight line smile. "I enjoyed today."

"Good," he said, nodding politely. "Thank you for joining me."

"No problem."

You reached for the handle, forcing the stiff door open slightly when his voice made you stop.

"You asked if I sinned during my time away..."

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye before slowly pulling the door closed again.

"Ask me..." he continued, his voice slow, controlled. "What you really wanted to ask me."

"I... I don't-"

"Ask me."

You fell quiet, drawing in a deep breath through your nose and holding it in your chest, like you were trying to keep the words down, unwilling to let them surface.

"Ask me, Ellis."

You exhaled softly. "Did you... Break your vow of celibacy?"

"No," he replied quickly, as though he knew all along what your question was going to be. "And I won't."

You chewed your lip for a moment before raising your eyebrows playfully. "Sounds like a challenge."

But he didn't seem to find it funny.

"That was a joke," you added.

His face finally broke, a soft laugh escaping his nose as he shook his head and looked away from you. "I can't," he said quietly.

"I didn't ask you to..."

"No, I know. I just- I needed to say it out loud, for myself."

"And for him?" You flitted your eyes towards the sky.

He turned his attention back to you, eyes locking with yours as his grip tightened around the steering wheel, making your stomach burn with a deep, sudden heat.

"You think I'm a test," you finally said. "That's what you meant, back at the church, you said god sent me to you."

He broke eye contact for a second, disappearing into his thoughts before returning to you with a softer, more amiable gaze. "Well, when said aloud like that it sounds awfully narcissistic of me."

"Yeah, sort of does."

"I just... you have a way of looking at me-"

"Like you're not a priest," you said, repeating his own words back to him.

"Yes."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

There was another long silence, his eyes never leaving you.

"Yes."

You slumped slightly against the back of the pew and let out a huff.

"May almighty God have mercy on us, forgive us our sins, and bring us to everlasting life," Father Benedict's voice echoed.

"Amen," you muttered softly.

Another hymn began and you groaned as everyone rose to their feet. You never sang along with the hymns. Never had; not here, not even in school assemblies as a child. Instead you would just move your lips to the song, only pretending to be part of it all.

Soleil began to fuss, finally stealing your sister's attention. You seized the moment to look over at him, your eyes catching his like they always did during his services. But instead of a smile, a pause or a shy bow of his head, he quickly looked away.

You continued to watch him as he lead the congregation in prayer. The church fell silent, the pews transforming into a sea of stooped heads and closed eyes, all except for yours. You knew he could see you, despite pretending he couldn't. It was hard to miss you; right there near the front, back straight, eyes fixed on him.

"What did you mean when you said you've been having a rough time?" Mara whispered as the first reader stepped up to the ambo.

You turned to look at her before shaking your head dismissively. "Nothing."

"Tell me."

"It's-" You stopped, distracted by the man's loud voice as he began to read. "It's nothing, honestly. Just... I've been feeling... stuck. I don't-"

"Is it because of Christmas?"

"No."

"Because you know all of that, it was just... I was-"

"It's not about Christmas," you whispered through gritted teeth. "Trust me, you've blown up on me enough times in my life for it to be more traumatising when you're nice."

"That's a horrible thing to say."

You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to Father Benedict as he stepped forward again.

"Thank you, Peter," he said, gesturing for the reader to go and sit down. "Now..." He paused, clearing his throat and gripping the ambo with both hands. "As I prepared my reading for today's Mass, I felt myself drawn to a certain verse from Corinthians..."

"We're very different people," Mara whispered. "You get on my tits, but it doesn't mean I want you to be miserable. You're still my sister."

"It's not about Christmas," you repeated slowly.

"It's easy sometimes," said Father Benedict. "To feel as though you are not in control. To feel that you are... Too weak to withstand the tests God puts before you."

Mara huffed, leaning in to whisper. "What is it then? Money? Relationship? Have-"

"Ssshhh." You batted her away gently, your ears pricking with intrigue at the priest's words.

"Which is why I've chosen to read this verse specifically," he continued, eyes falling to the bible in front of him. "No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it."

You narrowed your eyes. And though he still hadn't looked in your direction, it was clear his words were not intended for anyone else but you, not really.

"It's important we remember that the strength of our temptations - no matter how powerful, how irresistible they may seem - are never greater than the strength God provides us to resist them."

You gave a disgruntled scoff, louder than you'd intended, causing a few people to glance in your direction. His eyes flitted towards you too, connecting with yours in a glacial stare, and you suddenly felt yourself shrinking into your seat.

"Sorry," you muttered to the people around you.

He coughed into his fist before returning his grip to the ambo in front of him, the same way he'd clung to the steering wheel that evening. "So... Erm..." He stalled, as though the contents of his mind had leaked out of him, leaving him empty, vacant. He shook his head and blinked a few times. "Sorry, I- As I was saying..."

"I take it you're the temptation," Mara whispered as she leaned into you.

"Of course I'm not."

Your back was starting to ache, the hard, wooden pew unforgiving of your bad posture. You rolled your shoulders, tipping your head from side to side as another collective prayer came to an end.

You hadn't paid attention to anything since Father Benedict's reading, not even bothering to move your lips along with the hymns or mumble the prayers.

God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.

You felt a fire kindling at the base of your chest, turning the air in your lungs to steam as it left you in hot, irritated breaths. Was that really how he saw you? Something to escape? To endure? Were you really nothing more than a lesson to him? An annotation he could slip between the chapters of Corinthians and shut away on a shelf?

"May the Body of Christ keep me safe for eternal life," he said, taking a sip from a large chalice. "May the Blood of Christ keep me safe for eternal life."

People began to rise, shuffling out into the aisle and forming a queue as he stood at the altar. You watched as one by one they stepped forward, taking a wafer into their mouths, a sip of wine.

The strength of our temptations - no matter how powerful, how irresistible they may seem - are never greater than the strength God provides us to resist them.

You found yourself rising from your seat, as though your mind and body had split into two separate entities; one frozen, ruminating, the other taking action.

"What are you doing?" Mara whispered. "You're not Catholic."

You didn't reply as you stepped out into the aisle and made your way to the back of the queue.

It was like his words had drawn you from your seat; goaded you, teased you. Like he'd left a message for you between the lines of his readings, one that told you he wasn't going to give in, that you were something he was more than capable of resisting. But as you stood there waiting, the line slowly moving closer towards the altar, your mind and body regained their synergy, and they were both saying the exact same thing:

He thought you were a test. Perhaps it was about time you started behaving like one. The woman in front of you stepped forward, receiving her communion and bowing her head before stepping aside, leaving nothing but empty space between you and Father Benedict. His lips parted softly as his eyes met yours, his body stilling for a moment in a blend of shock and confusion.

You shouldn't have been up there. You both knew it. But he didn't stop you. Instead he remained silent as you stepped forward, his jaw tight, gaze searing as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees in front of him.

You stared up at him through your lashes, the sight of him standing before you creating a wave of excitement deep in your stomach, rippling through your body with hair-raising shivers. The moment felt eternal, the air so thick it made everything around you turn blurry and quiet. But you didn't care.

"Body of Christ," he said in a deep, husky voice, a reluctance in his tone that only you could hear.

You opened your mouth and slowly stuck out your tongue, never breaking eye contact with him as he took a wafer and placed it there, his thumb lingering, finger gently grazing the underside of your chin before he pulled away.

Your heart was pounding, desire pooling between your thighs as you knelt at his feet, letting the wafer melt in your mouth, knowing he was picturing something else entirely sliding down your throat.

You stepped through the front door and stripped off your coat, throwing it lazily over the banister before rushing up the stairs. Your skin felt hot, cheeks flushed, palms sweaty, but it was your core that burned hottest, as though it was completely engulfed in flames.

You bounded down the landing towards your bedroom, opening the door to an empty room and an unmade bed, a crumpled church newsletter glaring at you from the bin in the corner. It was like he was everywhere, you could feel him everywhere right now; on your neck, your tongue, in the throbbing ache between your legs. You squirmed, pressing your thighs together for a moment before closing the door and walking to Alfie's room instead.

You didn't knock, stepping inside and closing the door behind you, pressing your back against it as you looked at him. He was sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with different lenses on his camera, failing to even look up when you entered the room. You didn't know if he was still angry about this morning or simply too engrossed in what he was doing to notice your presence.

Right now, you didn't care.

You walked over, standing in front of him and reaching down to take his face in your hands. You tipped his head back to look up at you, reminded of the way you'd looked up at Father Benedict earlier, how powerless yet simultaneously powerful you'd felt on your knees before him.

"What-"

You interrupted him with a kiss, lips crashing against his in a desperate need to be sated. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, making him groan and set his equipment aside to place his hands on your waist. But the touch you felt didn't belong to him.

You snaked your fingers impatiently to the hem of his t-shirt, dragging it over his head and throwing it away, your nails grazing the bare skin of his chest - Father Benedict's chest, so smooth and strong, shoulders broad, back slender and toned.

"What's got into you?" Alfie asked breathlessly.

"Shush," you dismissed, removing your own top before returning your lips to his.

Your hands fumbled with his jeans, popping them open and trying to drag them down. He shifted his hips off the bed, letting them fall before reaching up and working to unclip your bra. You could almost feel Father Benedict's long, agile fingers making light work of it, peeling it from your body and taking your breasts in his palms. Those palms, usually pressed together in prayer, now squeezing and pulling and kneading, drawing moans from your open mouth.

You undid your trousers and kicked them off, pushing him back onto the bed as you kissed him. He traced his touch down your bare back, squeezing your hips, and you could feel yourself burning hotter, his rough handling of your body exactly what you needed. You straddled him, feeling his solid erection waiting beneath you, and you wondered if he was hard today in the church, if seeing you on your knees, tongue out, waiting, was enough to leave him aching too.

You felt fingertips between your thighs, slipping past the thin cotton of your underwear to dip inside you. A moan escaped you, the friction making you roll your hips.

Alfie sighed with pleasure. "Fuck, Ellis, you're so wet-"

You pressed your index finger to his lips to silence him, reaching down to free his cock and wasting no time in placing it at your entrance. You closed your eyes as you sank down onto it, picturing your priest laying beneath you; dark curls messy and sticking to his forehead, eyes fixed on you, hands guiding the rock of your hips.

You imagined the conflict; the forbidden words he would mutter to himself, the shame and regret that would just make him fuck you harder. You moaned, leaning forward to kiss him as you moved, feeling his lips trail from your mouth to your neck, making their way to your nipples as Alfie's always did.

You placed a hand gently around his throat, pushing his head back against the bed. "Don't ruin it," you whispered breathlessly.

"Fuck," he groaned, too overwhelmed with pleasure to protest.

You began to move faster, sitting up and letting your head fall back, feeling your priest beneath you once more. He thrust into you as you ground your hips, the feeling so electrifying you felt it coursing through your veins. You were going to come, the realisation as shocking as it was blissful. You cried out, biting your lip to stop his name from spilling out as your rhythm stuttered, a deep, intense wave of pleasure ripping through you.

You were shaking as you came to a stop, chest heaving, beads of sweat trickling down your back.

"Oh my god," said Alfie with a breathy laugh. "I think that's the best sex we've ever had."

You opened your eyes to an off white ceiling, slowly bringing your head forward until you were looking down at the face of the man beneath you. A face you should have been glad to see, but it wasn't the one you wanted.

Part 6

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Ougonten - Account of the Dragon's Ascension 6

Writer: Kanata Haruka

Season: Winter

(Location: Starmony Dorm Common Area)

(A few days later)

Mitsuru: I’m back~! Freshly baked bread is waiting for me!

Aira: Ufufuu. There were lots of delicious looking breads. I’m looking forward to eating it now……♪

That bakery had a good selection. I might go back in the future♪

Mitsuru: Ehehe, I’m happy you like it. I’m glad I invited Ai-chan!

Aira: Tenma-senpai bought a lot of bread, but will you be able to eat all that?

Mitsuru: It’s alright! Actually, I’m not going to eat a lot. After all, this is my reward for working hard on my book report!

Aira: Book report, huh… Now that I think about it, I got homework today too.

What did you read and write your report on?

Mitsuru: I read the short story Hajime-chan chose for me. I asked him to choose the simplest content possible.

Aira: Hmmm…… Is this the book Shino-senpai chose?

I wonder if Shino-senpai would be able to recommend a book to me if I asked him. I’ll talk to him later♪

Mitsuru: More importantly, Ai-chan, let’s eat the bread quickly- it’s getting cold!

Aira: Alright. Before eating, I’ll make some tea♪ With bread, I’d go for black tea.

Mika: Ah, it’s Mitsuru-kun and Shiratori-kun. I’m back~

Mitsuru: MIka-ni~chan! Welcome back~!

Aira: Kagehira-senpai, would you also like to join us for tea? We also have some delicious bread right now.

Mika: Is that fine? If so then I’ve also got somethin’ I wanna mention. There’s somethin’ I want ya both to see.

Mitsuru: What do you wanna show us? What what- I’m curious!

Mika: I think it was stored right in my bag…… Ah, there it is.

What do the two of ya think about this?

Mitsuru: Wow! This costume sketch is so cool!

Aira: This is a rough design of a costume, huh. Uwah, it’s awesome to be able to see Kagehira-senpai’s designs!

And this costume is something new that hasn’t been put on display by Valkyrie before……

Could it be that this costume is the one that’ll be used at the next Valkyrie live?

Mika: Ah, sorry fer makin’ ya look forward to it. This costume isn’t going to be worn at a live. This is somethin’ I drew to wind down.

See, I heard about a novel the other day. Using the story from that time as a reference, I came up with a good design and sketched it.

Aira: Novel? What are you talking about?

Mitsuru: You’re talking about the story where Mika-ni~chan became a god, right?

Aira: Eh!? What do you mean Kagehira-senpai became a god?

Mika: Ahaha…… Actually, there was a novel that got popular on the internet where I got made into a god.

Aira: There’s really a novel like that!? Uwah, I must have missed it.

Mika: Ahaha, well, it’s a derivative work written by a fan.

I read up on it too. In the end, I was embarrassed at being treated like a god.

Seriously, why did they give me a fancy name like “Ougonten” and turn me into a golden dragon?

What kind of thinkin’ did they have to come up with the idea of turnin’ me into a dragon?

Aira: Heeh, Kagehira-senpai turned into a golden dragon……

Hm? The golden dragon, “Ougonten”……

Mika: What is it, Shiratori-kun?

Aira: Um, wait a sec. Now I’ve got something I really wanna look into……

………

Mitsuru: What is it, Ai-chan!? You look really pale. Are you sick?

Aira: No, I just realized something’s wrong……

Um, did you mention that Kagehira-senpai is a golden dragon named “Ougonten”……?

Mika: Yeah, but… What’s goin’ on?

Aira: —Kagehira-senpai, I’m sorry!

W-Well…… I may have been the one to start calling Kagehira-senpai “Ougonten!”

Mika: Eh!? Then, you’re the one who wrote a novel about me as a god, Shiratori-kun?

Aira: I didn’t write a novel! But, I just posted my impressions of “The Mechanical God” on SNS!

At that moment, Kagehira-senpai was so divine. The money you were scattering looked like dragon scales……

Then, out of excitement, I thought ‘That’s the dragon god~!’ and I gave you the name “Ougonten.”

Mika: S-So that’s what happened. By the way, why did ya call me “Ougonten?” It’s such an exaggerated name.

Aira: Well, talking about the god of money, that’s Daikokuten, isn’t it? A slight modification of that is “Ougonten.”

At that time, Kagehira-senpai was shining with all the money you had!

Mika: Now that I think about it, when I talked to ya earlier, ya expressed similar feelings.

I get it. The impressions that Shiratori-kun posted back then was what started it all.

Aira: Yes. That’s why…… I’m sorry I made you feel bad!

Mika: Ya don’t gotta apologize. I’m not that bothered by it anymore.

Aira: R-Really?

Mika: Yep. It was because of yer words that I was able to draw this costume design.

That experience gave me a lotta inspiration, and I’ve come up with a bunch of creative ideas~♪

Aira: That’s a relief~. I was wondering what I would do if I did cause trouble for Kagehira-senpai……

Mitsuru: Hey hey, MIka-ni~chan. Why don’t you show that costume design to Anzu-ne~chan?

Mika: Eh, show this to Anzu-chan? But I just drew this design for fun.

Mitsuru: It’s such a good design that it’d be a waste to leave it as is!

Aira: That’s right! Isn’t the reason you showed us the design because you wanted someone to see it?

Mika: …… That’s true. Right, maybe it would be better to show it off.

But if I’m going to show it to Anzu-chan, there’s some parts I want to be a little more elaborate on. I need to improve the quality even more, so even Oshi-san can see it.

Mitsuru: Oh, as expected of Mika-ni~chan. That costume is gonna be so cool, isn’t it?

Aira: I’m excited to see what kind of design it’ll be♪ Please be sure to show me when it’s done.

Mika: Of course! Thanks for having my back, you two.

Once the design is complete, I’ll definitely show it to you, so please be patient♪

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You And I

Surprise bitches, more shit. I believe I meant to post this on August the 19th (holy day) but here we are now. Happy late birthday to John Richard Deacon and thank you for all of the feedback on my other shit so far :) <3

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: nothing for once just cutesy shit :)

It was the first warm day all year. Truly warm, and a bit strange to have so early in the year. Daylight savings hadn’t even happened yet so the sun still set early in the day, though not as early as it had been recently. Even a few extra minutes of light was nice. And it was still cold, but no longer freezing cold most days, and a select few tufts of grass and clumps of flowers suggested a bloom was oncoming. But today was a bit of an anomaly. It was extremely warm, warm enough to dress however you wanted, and as luck had it you had the day all to yourself, which was fantastic, as you had no idea how you’d spend it inside. Not when the sun was warm and the air was thick with promise like it hadn’t been since summer.

John, your boyfriend, did not have the day off, however, but he didn’t seem to care. He took the day off anyways, disregarding the angry and incessant calls from Freddie he’d probably receive, but they’d manage. He could just do his parts later. John wasn’t going to miss out on this day with you.

You both arose that morning later than usual, tangled in your clean sheets and each other, and slightly less bundled up than usual because you didn’t have to be for once. For a while you kissed each other with closed eyes, softly wherever you could reach until they could be opened, blinking the sleep away slowly into just as dreamy of a sight. John took longer to wake up, nuzzling into your neck to hide into your sweet scent and to attempt to keep his eyes closed for a little longer, but even he couldn’t resist the excitement of the day to come eventually. Lots of smiles, giggles, soft kisses, and cuddles consisted of most of your morning, and then a nice shower. As you finished getting ready for the morning, digging a summer dress out, you headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat, where you found John, now dressed, already making something. He was smearing some sort of spread onto a piece of bread, assembling sandwiches, and just as you reached to try to take one, you were stopped.

“Ah ah ah,” he scolded.

“Why not?” You pouted a bit. John booped your nose with his free hand and smiled, raising his brow.

“These aren’t for right now. They’re for later. But you’re more than welcome to help yourself to anything in the fridge.”

“Wow, John, thanks, for reminding me I’m aloud to eat my own food in my own home,” you commented sarcastically, but with a light tone to show him there weren’t actually any hurt feelings. You headed over to the fridge to grab a nectarine and sat to eat it on the counter nearby. Your feet dangled off of the edge as you reached over quickly to brush John’s hair over his shoulders to not get in the way of his food assembling. “So what are the sandwiches for later for?” you asked, taking a crisp bite of the fruit. You had just seen them in the shop for the first time in a while, the first of the season.

“Well,” John began, his focus still on the sandwiches. “I thought since I have the day off, and you have the day off, and it’s so nice outside, we should spend some time out this afternoon,” he explained.

“A picnic?” you asked excitedly. John hummed in confirmation and you gasped excitedly. John looked up from his sandwiches at this point. Your excitement was so adorable to him he had to take you in. Before he could look for long, you set your nectarine down and drew him into a big hug, holding your hands out straight a bit awkwardly to not get the sticky juice on your hands in his hair. John chuckled a bit, moving the knife into his other hand farther from you and grabbing your side to complete the hug, filling you both with warmth. It was a bit of an awkward jumble, but it didn’t matter, and you two could do a proper one soon enough. John pulled away.

“Thought it’d be a nice idea,” he smiled.

“It is a nice idea!” you said, continuing your breakfast. You finished and washed your hands, standing in front of John. “Ok. What else do we need?”

“You don’t have to do anything, love, just relax, I’ll take care of it,” he said softly.

“Nice try, Deaky,” you teased. You started helping him on your own accord, adding more fruits and grabbing some wine, cheeses, and crackers to add to the picnic. John had finished the sandwiches and grabbed the basket kept in the back of your closet, and the two of you started assembling the basket, you admonishing him for throwing everything in instead of making it look as nice as possible.

“But love, it looks very pretty this way, but the cheese and crackers will fall out if you put it this way,” he said, beginning to undo what you’d done. You whined. John stopped and gave you a kiss.

“How about we arrange it for practicality, and once we’re there we can pick some flowers and you can make it look even more pretty on the blanket?” You were satisfied with this, giving and “ok,” and kissing him back.

“I’m just saying though, if you’re going through the effort of a picnic, why not put the effort into the picturesque quality of it?” You reasoned.

“I completely agree, love,” John smiled. The two of you put on your shoes and grabbed a blanket. He held out his hand. “Shall we?” he asked, and you grabbed his hand, smiling as you walked firmly together. The two of you walked to the park nearby, a nicely sized one with flowers peaking out and a pond. The two of you found a sunny spot and set everything up, John picking you flowers as you arranged everything to your liking. You gasped in joy as you saw the gorgeous flowers he’d gotten you, and were flattered he chose such nice ones for your date. Finally, the two of you sat down with satisfied sighs, and John didn’t hesitate to pull you to sit between his legs, to which you squealed for a moment but adjusted happily. The two of you got to work eating, talking, basking in the sun and each others company. There wasn’t a worry in the world, and there were laughing children playing nearby, dogs running around happily, and ducks slowly marching by before taking a cooling dip in the sun. The weather remained perfect, not too hot and you never got chilly either. It was nice getting time to catch up with John too. He wasn’t on tour, so you had been seeing him, but still not as much as you would have liked with the next album starting up. Neither of you had any big things to update each other on, but it was still just as satisfying to talk about the hum-drum ordinary things in your life from recently. John fed you some chocolate adorably and you tucked a flower behind his ear, loving the sound of his voice and his presence touching you. Both of you were finally relaxed too, not that you stressed each other out normally, but from other aspects in your lives. You could really see the difference with John. His shoulders weren’t hunched, his jaw not tensed, his hair silky smooth and not mussed from running his hands through it out of nerves. His smile too, he wasn’t afraid today to bear his toothy smile which loved, the small gap between his two front teeth and the way the sides of his eyes would crinkle so adorably. Eventually, the sun set and moon rose, still early, but neither of you wanted to move. It wasn’t any less colder, but a transition still felt needed. The two of you packed everything up quickly, but decided to stay out a bit longer.

The two of you strolled down the streets, weaving in and out of parks and along the river when you found it, down past shops and row houses and lights along the city, talking or enjoying the ambiance, never a dull moment. The two of you did stop when you hit the river again at one point, you stopping and grabbing the edge of the rail to look out onto the city, the moon glinting brightly moreso than the city lights across the water, glittering and sparkling, even beyond the sun. John saw you, looked at you in the moonlight, saw how your hair moved softly in the light breeze, and took you all in. He came up behind you, holding you close and breathing you in. You smiled, leaning into him, giving him a kiss.

“I love you so very much,” he said quietly. The two of you were nearly forehead to forehead, smiles all around.

“I love you more than anything,” you told him. John hummed happily and the two of you looked out onto the river together.

“You’re it for me, Y/N,” he started. You looked to him a bit confused, but he just smiled more and explained. “There’s never going to be anyone else I’ll love more than you. I know it. Because it’s impossible.”

“John,” you whispered, turning around in his arms, touched. He kissed you and grabbed your hands. He seemed thoughtful, almost concerned for a moment, but decided to go for it.

“Would you marry me one day?”

“Are you… proposing?” you said, now wide eyed, but unsure what he was saying.

“No. Not right now. I just mean, is that where you see us going? Is that what you want with me? Because that’s what I want with you. Only you. And I know that for certain now,” he explained. Warmth filled your heart.

“Of course I would marry you, John. I’d marry you right here right now,” you said, the biggest smile on your face.

“Well… good,” John chuckled, unsure of how to continue, but both of you were completely pleased and even more secure in your relationship. You chuckled, and then noticed he still had the flower behind his ear which you’d put earlier. You pulled it out, fixing his hair, and sniffed it, taking in its lovely fragrance before looking deep into John’s gorgeous eyes.

“To us?” you said, raising the flower like you were making a toast. John chuckled. You were so adorable and perfect to him, for him. He grabbed your hand, fitting it over yours to also hold the flower.

“To us, for always,” he said, sealing your promises and dedication to each other with a kiss. You continued to hold the flower as you walked home together hand in hand, happy beyond belief. The two of you stayed up a bit and went to bed. But just as John fell asleep, you were still awake. You took the flower which you had set down once you got home, grabbed a book, and pressed it so you could keep it forever, because today, this time and this feeling with John wasn’t something you’d ever want to forget. You set the book back in place, and it looked almost like it didn’t contain something so important, and hopped into bed with John, who immediately grabbed you close, pulling you into him and whispered a sleepy “goodnight,” as the two of you drifted off to sleep once more, always together.

#john deacon #john deacon imagine #john deacon x reader #queen #my writing

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Today’s replies! One about SnK, one about SPTO, a bunch about TWST.

6ubble-gum asked:

Every so often I'll find ur tiny founding titan arts again and spend a good long few minutes gushing over it lmao. snk is dead to me but tiny founder is alive and well (espec the fleas art)

Ahh it’s so sweet that you remember and look at it from time to time! I’ll repeat myself, but wow it is truly surprising that our SnK stuff isn’t totally forgotten. I feel like even I don’t remember the majority of it…

I’m very glad our teeny tiny Founder (with his little fleas) makes you happy~ God I remember when we drew it and these were the newest chapters… wild times.

Anonymous asked:

Speaking of Yandere Todd, I can already imagine him being extremely jealous of Mobile. Mobile would have to fight Wallace’s ‘evil ex’. They would have a fight to see who’s the better psychic for Wallace. And then Wallace watched all of this with a drink in his hand while he cheers his boyfriend on. And then he might call for a restraining order on Todd. That’s what I can imagine

OH NOOO I love how absolutely devastatingly one-sided this is. Wallace cheering Mobile on, Mobile winning… At least Todd got his participation prize… which is a restraining order 😔

Jokes aside, I find it endlessly amusing that Wallace just keeps hooking up with psychic guys. I don’t necessarily think it’s intentional, but I do think Wallace benefits from it very nicely. In a lot of ways…

And it does make the psychic vs psychic scenarios very possible, I would honestly love to watch them fight. Or to draw them fighting... For some reason though (lol) I get a feeling that Mobile is more powerful than Todd. Gotta train more! For Wallace Wells! 💪

Anonymous asked:

I found your art on pinterest, here's the link: [I edited out the link]

Thank you for letting us know, Anon! Unfortunately, I don’t know if there is anything I can do to take it down… But we still appreciate you letting us know. Pinterest doesn’t respond to the request promptly.

The comments are hilarious though. Love it when people talk about me as if I’m a cryptid that steals people’s fingers and eats their kids.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Idia and Lilia will ever do cosplay together and if yes, what couple are they cosplaying?

I feel like Lilia is that force in Idia’s life that could make him consider things that used to be a definite “no-no” to him, and we do know that Idia actually doesn’t mind cosplaying as long as his head is hidden… And the whole cosplay thing sounds like something Lilia would want to try at least once, so maybe that could happen. If there is a combo of a character with his face (and head: can’t show burning hair) completely hidden + someone tiny and adorable? In any way, Idia is definitely going to overthink this whole thing, only for Lilia to change his mind and tell Idia that they should switch costumes with each other at the very last moment lol

Anonymous asked:

Got Azul, Jamil, Idia, and Riddle on a loading screen today and I blame you for immediately thinking about how much of a dream come true it would be for Azul to have all three of them 😂

Haha YESSSSS YESSSSSSSSS (proud of our bad influence)

It really is a dream come true, what a wonderful harem of reluctant lovers that don’t even like Azul all that much. But it doesn’t matter, because all three of them are his and his only <3

Good for him!

Anonymous asked:

have you seen ruggie’s club outfit?? he looks so good, i can’t wait till we get to see what his bottoms—i mean leona and epel look like in their club gear

Yeah I have! It’s very cool, it suits Ruggie a lot. He really does look like he is about to go and dominate some bitches lol

It’s also cool to finally see the uniform that magift players wear… is this the first time we’re seeing it? They usually wear their PE uniform... It’s a great design, and once again, Ruggie deserves to look cool. Good for him too!

Anonymous asked:

Random thought but Riddle being both in Heartslabyul and Horseback riding club... He's really constantly surrounded by big-tiddied green men :3 Good for him

Oh god I keep forgetting that Sebek also has a constant presence in Riddle’s life… you’re so right omg, what a sick twist of fate. Widdle Widdle (little Riddle) and big-tiddied green men that just keep spawning around him AHHH

Seriously, good for him. Am I ending the third reply in a row with this phrase? Well, everyone got what they deserved…

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starset21 · 5 months

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Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in the future chapters.

Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist

Summary: Kate and Jake stumble upon a mystery in the ship's archive room.

Chapter 4: A New Story

“Wow. Look at all this old stuff,” Kate marveled.

“I have never been here,” Jake muttered.

“Oh, yeah? Wow, check this out,” Kate handed him a picture frame from one of the boxes she had began going through.

“Wow, cool. B29. Hmm. Found some Christmas photos,” he told her, passing the loose photos to Kate.

“These look like fun performances,” she told him.

“Yeah, you know, we've had all kinds of dancers, singers, celebrities… Presidents, even,” Jake told her.

“Yeah?”

Jake nodded. “You really never went on a tiger cruise as a kid?” he asked.

“I didn't want to give up even one day at home. All the baking, decorating the tree… I remember driving around looking at all the neighborhood lights. Christmas is the best,” Kate smiled.

“I'm just surprised we never met as kids,” Jake rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh. Well, I never really went to military functions as a kid. I met a few kids but I was always buried in a book or writing stories… It's kind of my escape,” Kate shrugged.

“You cover corrupt bankers committing fraud, right?” Jake asked.

“That and some other... Questionable people. Did someone look up my latest story?” Kate teased.

“Yeah. Yeah, I mean… I do read the paper. You should write about the pilots on the Polaris. We're the best of the best. That's inspiring.”

Kate laughed. “Yeah, an ego as big as a fighter pilot's. Look, an old journal. It was written by… A pilot named Jonah in 1965. Wow, she's beautiful. Looks like a dancer,” she said as she passed him the picture.

“Wow. Great artist, if he drew this. What's the journal say?” Jake asked.

"We returned home from Vietnam just in time for operation tiger cruise. December 18th, 1965. It was the first time our families are allowed to stay with us… To see what we do every day for this country. I've missed everyone so much. Today the most beautiful woman I've ever seen boarded the ship, and I helped her with her bag.”

“He only got her first name. Dorothy,” Kate told Jake.

"I can't explain. The moment I saw her, I felt like I was looking into my future. There was just something about her."

“It's so-” Kate trailed off.

“Undisciplined,” Jake cut her off but Kate shook her head.

“No. Romantic. You know, there actually might be a story here, maybe a Christmas story. You mind if I borrow this?” she asked.

“Yeah. You heard what my dad said. Anything you need,” Jake waved to boxes in the archieve room.

“Great. I want to see how Jonah’s story ends,” Kate smiled as she set the journal next to her bag.

“Is that a Santa suit?” She asked as she saw the red and white in a box. Jake shrugged.

“Oh! Jake, you know, I think this looks like it's just your size,” Kate laughed.

“Yeah, if I wore two life preservers under it,” Jake shook his head.

“I think that you should dress up as Santa for the kids on the ship,” Kate suggested.

“It's not gonna work,” Jake says seriously.

“What's not going to work?” Kate asked.

“Look, I'm sure my dad wants me to get in your love story and suddenly discover the spirit of the holidays, but I'm just not a Christmas guy. Fourth of July. Hmm! Ten thousand pounds of crackling explosives up in the air. Now, that is way better than caroling and candy canes,” Jake tells her.

“Who doesn't like candy canes?” Kate asks confounded.

“You're not gonna change me. The Navy is my life. Christmas on a ship is a distraction. End of story.”

"Last night I ran into Dorothy in the mess eating dinner. I finally had the courage to talk to her. She lives in New York City and works as a dance teacher. She's as sweet as can be. But her brother told me Dorothy has a fellow back home. I hope it's not serious, because there is something about her smile that gives me hope for the first time in years."

“Hey! Your mom said I could find you here,” Jake greeted as he joined Kate at one of the various desks in a ready room.

“Yeah. Nice flying today, it was pretty awesome,” Kate told him.

“Thanks. So, any update on our Christmas couple?” he asked.

“Oh, curious, huh?” Kate smirked.

“Hmm. Look, I'm interested in the historical aspect of it,” Jake told her but Kate wasn’t buying it.

“Okay. Well, I ended up reading the journal from the beginning, and it turns out that Jonah did talk to Dorothy. But he just found out she has a man back home, so not really sure how it ends,” Kate tells him.

“Well, I went down to the archives room to see if I could find anything else, and take a look at this,” Jake hands her a turquoise sparkle covered star ornament.

"To Dorothy, 1965. Wonder if Jonah made this for her?” Jake hummed.

“Makes sense. Your dad said there's a senior chief who handles all things Christmas, maybe he could help us,” Kate asked.

“Yeah. But the post office closes at 1800,” Jake tells her after looking at his watch. “That's ten minutes from now.”

Kate stood quickly, putting the journal in her satchel before taking Jake’s hand and pulling him along.

“Senior chief, I found this old ornament in the archives room. We know it's a longshot, but we were wondering if you might know who Dorothy is… Her name's on the back,” Kate asked handing him the ornament.

“Well, 1965, that was the very first Christmas tiger cruise. Looks like it could be from the ornament decorating station. It's a tradition on the cruise. Gosh, I have no idea who Dorothy is, though,” the senior chief told them.

“We think a pilot named Jonah made it for her. We're looking for him too,” Jake added.

“You know, my brother has access to military records. He works for the VA. He just went on vacation today, but he does owe me a favor for decorating his house last year for Christmas,” the senior chief told them.

“Great!” Kate smiled. “What's Jonah's last name?” the senior chief asked.

“Unfortunately, we don't have it,” Kate told him, her face falling.

“Well, that's a tall order of eggnog, but I'll see what I can do,” the senior chief reassured.

“Oh, and this is his journal. There's a picture he drew in here, we think it might be Dorothy,” Kate handed him the drawing.

“A dancer,” the chief clarified.

“You know, some years the uso performers come on the ship for Christmas,” the chief told them. “You think she might have been one of them?” Jake asked.

“Maybe. There's a bunch of photographs and memorabilia down on the quarterdeck,” the chief told them.

“I saw them when we boarded the ship,” Kate nodded.

“Yeah, exactly. You could check there. Meanwhile, I'll give my brother a buzz,” the chief assured.

“Thanks, Nick,” Jake told him.

“Senior chief,” Kate shook his hand.

“Merry Christmas,” the chief called out before they had left the room.

“Wow, these photos are great. This ship has so much history. This could be Dorothy,” Kate pointed to a picture on the wall.

“Sure looks a lot like her. You know, there's a historical building for the Navy in New York City,” Jake told her.

“Yeah? Any chance you want to go with me? I mean, we're docking there tomorrow anyway, so I could call ahead?” she asked.

“Four years at the naval academy to serve on the Christmas version of the love boat,” Jake sighed.

Kate gave him a look.

“Not funny?” he asked. “You know my Dad'll throw me in the brig if I don't go with you.”

Kate grinned. “Great!”

#starset writes #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #fic:// u.s.s christmas #pre tgm #au

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A Case of Ladybug Luck Chapter 4

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to Hell! Holy Nooroo it's been so long since I posted abt this AU. Mostly because I'm busy actually writing it and 300k words are apparently nowhere near enough to finish what I started a year ago! Anyway, I'm just going to do a speedrun of posting these early chapters because I want to get to the good stuff already! Believe me, it's worth! So, from now on I won't have a note at the beggining of this, just the snippet and chapter link, kay? Cool! Asks are open btw if anyone wants to chat about ACOLL! Enjoy my suffering!

Nathalie was curled up on the couch, definitely asleep. She looked pale, the same way Marinette would pale when she was worried about him. Like she’d literally been worried sick. His father was sitting in an armchair beside her, reading a book. Gabriel didn’t notice his approach. One of them had wheeled out a TV from the guest rooms down the hall, and it was tuned in on…the news? TVI, it looked like, and they were on an add break. Adrien took a deep breath to steady himself, to throw the image of his seething father almost breaking the dinner table with his fist, right out of his mind.

Gabriel glanced at the screen, stared at the advertisement, something about a new hair product, and went back to his book. It had a full black cover, Adrien noted as he approached. Gabriel heard his footsteps, used a bookmark to not lose the page he was on, and shut the book, placing it next to him on the chair. For a moment, Adrien saw the title. “The Illusion of Living.” Wow. Macabre, much?

“G-good morning father.”, Adrien tried as a greeting. This…was weird. He wasn’t used to seeing his father relax…or at all, to be honest. He looked uninterested, indifferent. Gabriel glanced at the TV, saw the news hadn’t come on yet, and turned to face his son.

“Ah, Adrien. Did you sleep well?”, he asked, seeming genuinely curious. Oddly, Adrien noticed his father wasn’t wearing his tie clip. The empty white spot where it should be drew his eye, but Adrien reigned himself in and nodded an affirmative.

“Yes. But…father, I don’t mean to disrespect you but…don’t I have a photoshoot today? Two hours ago?”, he asked, hesitant.

Gabriel’s expression shifted from his calm. Like a porcelain mask, the façade cracked, and for a single second Adrien thought he saw guilt and sadness in his father’s eyes. He looked so…forlorn. Defeated, even. Guilty.

He nodded, seeing that his father wasn’t going to say anything else. Adrien glanced at Nathalie, concerned. His father’s assistant, always a stern but constant presence…looked so frail. She looked like mom- like she desperately needed the rest. Gabriel sighed when he caught him staring.

“Nathalie is fine, son. She’s just tired. We had an…interesting morning.” A morning that nearly cost Gabriel his sanity, and some pocket change to top things off. Some 50.000 thousand euros to ensure the silence of the hospital staff and discharge him as soon as he was stable. He was fine, really. The problem wasn’t physical. Dizziness overcame him, suddenly. Emilie had said the same thing, once.

Adrien nodded again, not knowing what else to do. “I…Am I free for the day, then?”, he asked his father.

Gabriel didn’t even pretend to consider it. “Yes, free for the week. I’ve cancelled all your lessons and photoshoots. You’re…welcome to stay home, if you’d like. I’ve delegated my own duties for today, so if you require anything…please come talk to me.”, he said, sounding like the words struggled to leave his mouth.

“Adrien, remember. You are my son. I am your father. It’s my responsibility to make sure you are well. I will be there when you need me.”, Gabriel tried, testing the words. They sounded…right, this time. An odd sense of numbness washed over him again, and he turned back to the television. “You should go to your room, sleep some more. It’s been a long week for you, I’m sure.”, he added as an afterthought, his tone monotonous and dry. Almost robotic.

“…Right. I- I’ll go and lay down, then. Good morning, father.”

Gabriel blinked, as if the time was news to him. Right, the night was over. It was a new day, now. He didn’t feel like it. He barely felt like anything at all. “Of course, son. Now go.”, he insisted, eyes glued to the final, fading advertisement, before the screen switched to Nadja Chamack. Adrien obeyed and began to ascend the stairs again, and Gabriel unmuted the broadcast.

“Welcome back, Paris. As I said before, there have been no further news on the case. Poor weather conditions lasted all throughout the night, and police have had no luck finding any trace of…”

Adrien stopped in his tracks, midway up the staircase. He breathed deeply. “Father…did something happen?”, he asked hesitantly. Something had to have happened. This…couldn’t all be because of Lila, could it?

Gabriel’s eyes seemed to glance back at him, even though his head didn’t move an inch.

“We’re standing by for news on any new developments, and are hoping for the best. Please wait for more information.”

“Not to me. I’m fine.”, he said coldly, the air of indifference returning to his tone.

Adrien hoped it wouldn’t be followed by another outburst. He hung his head, and obeyed his father’s order, going back to his room. Maybe he could mess around with his piano? Last they’d met, Luka had given him some inspiration for a song. Hadn’t he said something about…masks? Adrien would have to text him, see if he remembered.

Plagg was there when Adrien opened the door, hovering over his unlocked phone. He looked…sad. Making a face of realization the same way Adrien would do when he could guess that more photoshoots would be added to his schedule. Like an inevitability had just come true. The kwami spun to face him when he came in, but Plagg’s face betrayed nothing of what Adrien had just seen.

“Hey kit! Morning! Wow, good thing your pops let us sleep in today huh? Say, I’m full of energy! How about we go for a run, huh? Get your muscles going?”, Plagg said, looking frantic and desperately pretending to be happy and excited. Adrien knew a thing or two about playing pretend.

Plagg never lied to him. Not unless something was very wrong, not after the Sandman incident. He’d promised. Plagg hadn’t lied to him since. Adrien let the worry he felt for Plagg show on his face. Words weren’t needed between them sometimes, and he didn’t think he should say what he could show. Plagg tried to keep his smile up. Adrien saw him strain himself, the widening of his eyes to look restless, the same expression he’d make when he got bored of flying around his room.

Adrien stared at him. Plagg stared back, a pleading look to please pretend he was oblivious, go along with it. After a moment, the Kwami faltered, and his mask broke.

“K-kid.”, he tried to speak, voice cracking as if his throat had been hit by a Cataclysm. “Do me a favor.”, Plagg begged him. Adrien had already opened his mouth to agree when his phone rang. “Don’t answer that. Please.”, Plagg insisted.

Adrien checked the caller ID. It was Nino. He shot Plagg a look. The cell rang again. Adrien ignored it to swipe down on the screen and check his notifications. 37 missed calls from Nino. 2096 unread messages. Half of those from Alya. What the fuck? The ringing seemed to get louder. Plagg’s whiskers dropped, his face fell.

Adrien reached out a hand to pet him, to offer comfort for whatever was wrong, but Plagg retracted. “Kit…I’m so sorry.”, he offered meekly, and flew up to his spot, curling up in a ball. Adrien thought he heard him sobbing. He picked up the phone, worried and confused. Why was his father acting like that? Why was Plagg acting like that?

Nino’s voice sounded horrible. Like he’d been crying. “A-Adrien?”, he asked, stuttering in near disbelief. “Thank fuck, are you okay? No, sorry, stupid question. How are you…holding up, dude?”

Okay, now Adrien knew something was very, very wrong. He tried to mask his fears with confusion. “Nino? What happened? I just woke up, are you okay?”, Adrien asked with genuine concern, trying not to panic. He’d kept himself together while fighting supervillains, he could get through one conversation without letting his worries eat him up.

Nino sobbed on the other end. Went silent. Adrien heard Alya’s voice, just barely, as if they’d moved the phone away from them.

“Nino…do we tell him?”, she asked, sounding frightened.

Nino failed to hold back a sob. “Babe…we have to.”

Nino moved the phone closer. “Uh…dude. You might want to check the news…”, he said awkwardly. Adrien was downright panicked now. He didn’t respond to Nino, he rushed back downstairs to his father, to the broadcast. What was happening? Why were his friends walking on eggshells around him? Had he done something? Did Lila do something?

“Please hold on, we’ve just received a statement from Officer Raincomprix. Stand by for-”

Gabriel had the book in his lap, reading calmly. Miss Chamack’s voice didn’t seem to bother him. She paused mid-sentence, and moved off screen.

She came back into frame, looking like she was about to cry. Her professionalism was in shambles, Adrien saw the way her face twitched with silent tears, holding back the urge to sob.

“I- I regret to inform everyone that we’ve received official word from the Parisian Police Department. Marinette Dupain Cheng has been confirmed dead. It was ruled a suicide.”

#miraculous ladybug #ao3 fanfic #a case of ladybug luck #marinette dupain cheng #it's peak angst #a *lot* of angst #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #marinette f*cking died #for real this time #i swear #once again i cringe at my old chapters #i've gotten so much better #i swear on Nooroo himself #mental unhealth #when is it not #adrien agreste needs a hug #he gets it from the local terrorist #hope you enjoy

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thelordofgifs · 1 year

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Hello today I am here to tell you that Taylor Alison Swift has absolutely read the Silmarillion and her song The Great War (I PROMISE that isn’t a rickroll may the everlasting darkness take me if I’m lying) was actually written about Russingon!

Or, more accurately, I was deep-diving into the silm just as Midnights came out and accidentally imprinted my new OTP onto the song, and then went a step further and made up a fan vid for them in my head! Which I will now describe to you in excruciating detail under the cut.

Fingon: [remembering the crossing of the Helcaraxë]

My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battle underground And maybe it was egos swinging Maybe it was her Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur [remembering Alqualondë specifically]

Both: All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

Maedhros: My hand was the one you reached for [a shot of Fingon raising his dagger to cut off Maedhros’ hand]

Both: All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter

Fingon: I vowed not to cry anymore

Both: If we survived the Great War

Maedhros: [remembering the Long Peace] You drew up some good faith treaties I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone You said I have to trust more freely But diesel is desire, you were playing with fire

Fingon: [thinking about a fight he had with Turgon about how he forgave Maedhros for the ship-burning] And maybe it's the past that's talking Screaming from the crypt Telling me to punish you for things you never did So I justified it

Both: [this second chorus has lots of epic fiery shots of the Dagor Bragollach] All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the bombs were closer

Fingon: My hand was the one you reached for [this is Maedhros swearing fealty to Fingon as the new High King, kissing his hand]

Both: All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, the burning embers

Maedhros: I vowed not to fight anymore [this is planning the Union of Maedhros, an assault that will surely definitely defeat Morgoth]

Both: If we survived the Great War

Fingon: [he’s standing on the coast in Araman watching the ship-burning from afar] It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin trigger [and then a smash cut to the pair of them on the Eagle’s back, Maedhros bleeding everywhere] Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you [Fingon pacing frantically outside the healers’ tent as they try to save Maedhros]

Maedhros: [after the Nirnaeth] We can plant a memory garden Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair And we will never go back

To that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the worst was over [we're in end-of-WoW period now] My hand was the one you reached for [remembering the rescue from Thangorodrim again] All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, we're burned for better [the Silmaril burns Maedhros] I vowed I would always be yours 'Cause we survived the Great War

I would always be yours 'Cause we survived the Great War I vowed I would always be yours [last shot is Maedhros looking down into the chasm]

#silmarillion #russingon #taylor swift #I don't really know what this is but I needed to share it #pls don't laugh at me

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dragonmuse · 1 year

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I'm inspired by the recent talk of Sweeney and I need some fluff in my life featuring Lucius/Izzy (just accidentally read an anti-Izzy fic! booo! ☹️), soooooo could we get a scene when Izzy and Luc get home from the Olympics and see Sweeney for the first time after being away?

( I am so sorry cause this started cute and then got very serious because I kept meaning to finally have Izzy and Lucius talk post-Hymn and I guess I was ready! So this isn't actually fluff, but I think it's still some pro-Izzy content?)

The first place Izzy went was Read’s door which Lucius probably could’ve predicted if he’d thought about it for more than a second. He set down his bags outside their door and slumped against the door frame.

Lucius was starting to think that he hated travel. Sure he’d had a few nice vacations over the years, but between a hotel that he never thought about and this recent emotional gauntlet, he never wanted to leave home again.

“Hi!” Read opened the door with a bright smile. “You’re home!”

“We are,” Izzy agreed. “You good?”

“Yep, and so’s your place. I just went in this morning. All the mail is in your basket and I turned the a/c on, so you should be good to go.”

“Thanks,” Izzy gave her a short nod. Then sighed as Read hugged him. “It was a week.”

“I know, but an exciting one,” she winked at Lucius over Izzy’s shoulder as the man hugged her back. Lucius suppressed a tired laugh. “He did good.”

“He did,” Izzy drew away. “I’ll be back in the office in two days. Should be enough time for you two to clean up after yourselves.”

“Place is totally fine,” Read shrugged. “You could come back tomorrow morning.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you should,” she met the challenge.

The stare off was also kind of funny, but if Lucius didn’t shower soon, he was going to itch off his top layer of skin and he'd left his keys inside Izzy's apartment. They didn't both need them.

“You’ll be too jet lagged,” he put in. “Come on, goblin, I’m dying for hot water.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Izzy shook his head. “Two days.”

“Okay, boss,” Read laughed and shut the door in his face.

Pete would be nearly home already too and Lucius could picture him already preparing stories for Frenchie and John. Lucius would join him tomorrow. He’d considered breaking the routine they’d set up to go home with him today, but if he was honest, he needed the break. Every conversation they had now felt tender and a little fraught, neither of them fully healed from the burn just yet.

From deep inside the apartment, there was a tiny sound as they walked in. It started off tiny anyway. Sweeney streaked into the living room, spotted Izzy and then raced to butt his head against the man’s shins with desperate cries.

“I think someone missed you,” Lucius said wryly.

“It was just a week,” Izzy said, but it sounded far more hollow than when he’d said it to Read.

Izzy squatted down and Sweeney put his paws onto Izzy’s knees, rubbing his face against his goatee.

“Hey, hey now,” Izzy said softly and Lucius’ already bruised heart melted a little further. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’re okay. Read took good care of you.”

“Mew,” Sweeney rebutted.

Izzy picked the cat off the floor with a sigh. “Why don’t you go shower, pup?”

“Yeah, I will.” Lucius reached out to offer Sweeney his fingers and the cat licked his fingertips. “Oh wow, never done that before.”

“He’s getting soft in his old age,” Izzy said as if he wasn’t rubbing Sweeny’s intact ear between his fingers gentle as anything.

Lucius watched them for a bit longer, swayed away from his immediate needs by the quiet moment. But he did really need a shower. With a sigh, he left behind his suitcase and made for the bathroom. The relief of being in the familiar bathroom with the very assertive water pressure that Izzy preferred was tremendous. Lucius stood beneath the stream for a long time, letting the heat melt the knots between his shoulders.

When he got out, he could smell something cooking. With just a towel around his waist, he went to investigate. Izzy was standing at the stove while Sweeney lingered at his feet, watching it with the same intentness.

“We have food?” Lucius asked, bemused.

“Froze some things before we left. Hate coming home to an empty fridge,” Izzy shrugged. “It’s just some chicken parm.”

“You’re amazing and I love you, if I haven’t told you lately,” Lucius enthused, suddenly starving.

“It’ll take a half hour at least,” Izzy smiled fractionally without taking his eyes off the oven. He looked sleepy and rumpled.

“Time enough for a shave,” Lucius nodded.

“And to put your clothes in the hamper.”

“We just got back!”

Izzy lifted his heavy gaze from the oven to Lucius’ face and lifted some unimpressed eyebrows. Lucius sighed.

“Yeah, fine.”

Of course, Izzy had already unpacked his things, including his bathroom stuff which he’d somehow put away without Lucius hearing him enter or exit. Lucius added his clothes to the hamper, having to jam down a little considering how much he’d gone through. Touching each item brought back unhappy jolts of memory.

Let Izzy wash it all away if that’s what he wanted. Lucius threw crumpled receipts and tissues into the wastebasket as he turned out pockets. Tomorrow, Lucius would do the same for Pete, taking back over his little domestic chores. Trying for normal.

They sat at the island to eat. Or Lucius sat and Izzy stood on the other side as he generally preferred and conversation was jettisoned in favor of eating a meal that finally tasted like something after so many in a row on an airplane or in the airport.

Izzy’s eyes were heavy-lidded and despite the early hour, they both gave in to the call of jetlag, falling into bed by mutual agreement. Lucius' sleep was mercifully deep and untroubled by dreams. He slept through Izzy getting up and going for his run, waking to the sound of the shower.

He rolled out of bed and made them both oatmeal. They made it through breakfast without talking too, but then there was nothing left for it. Without discussion they both headed for the couch and Izzy sat down beside him instead of on the floor.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t talked about it. It had been unavoidable, but Izzy had kept the focus on Pete as much as possible or trying to distract Lucius. It was good to be supported like that. Believed and trusted that strongly. Izzy didn’t doubt that Lucius had kept it a secret for good reason, and hadn't implied he owed more of him than Lucius had been willing to give. It was more than Lucius deserved, but he had taken it with both hands.

“Ask me,” Lucius said now. “Whatever you want to know.”

Izzy nodded slightly, looking straight past Lucius, staring into space as far as he could tell.

“I’m not sure what I want to know,” Izzy said slowly.

“No? You’ve had time to think about it.”

“Yeah, but...dunno,” Izzy shrugged. “I don’t really care, I guess.”

“Iz. What?” How did this man never fail to surprise him? To wrong foot him?

“I care that it upsets you. But it doesn’t change you. Doesn’t change what we have together. So your father is a piece of shit? Yeah, mine too. Yours is in prison? Mine should be and we both fucking know it. He just kept his shit closer to home where it’s harder to see.”

“Yeah, but I knew...well. I guess I didn’t know your father was alive right away,” Lucius recalled. “You were pretty cagey about that.”

“Mm. Preferred not to think about,” Izzy nodded. “Bet you did too.”

“Preferred is not the word,” Lucius groaned. “But okay. So...I’m starting to get a better picture here. You can relate?”

“And that’s just not how we work, is it? You and Pete have that kind of...” Izzy paused, fishing for the right words, “you love each other like that. Showing each other everything and leaving nothing back, right?”

“I guess,” Lucius considered. “Yeah. Secrets aren’t really our thing.”

“And we're different. Though I think if I’d ever asked you point blank where the fuck your father was, you might’ve told me.”

“I don’t know that. I’m not going to lie and say I would’ve for sure.”

“Okay. But if Pete had? If he pushed you at all?”

Lucius sighed, then nodded, “Yeah. Yeah probably.”

“We’ve always had things we didn’t say. Places we didn’t go,” Izzy said without any noticeable upset at the idea. “And most of those belonged to me. I figured we didn’t go there because you didn’t really want to know. But now I think...kept us even, huh? Even if I didn’t know that's what was happening.”

“A little,” his voice came out small. “You’re really not angry? I kept waiting for it to bubble over. Sometimes your anger has a hang time.”

Izzy shook his head. “Really not, pup. I- this might hurt your feelings, I don’t know.”

“Say it anyway.”

“He scares you. You’re scared. How can I be pissed when you hid something out of fear? I did everything because I was afraid for so long. I get it.”

“I’m not-” he started to snap, then closed his mouth in a hurry. Scared? He was scared of a lot of things. Blood, heights, dogs that barked too loud.

But maybe there was something below that. He could push past heights to pain the mural. He could keep his cool around blood if someone he loved was hurting.

There was a different kind of fear. The kind that got him at the hotel, that deep dark phantom of death. That’s where his father’s memory lived, Lucius thought. In the pits.

“I’m not afraid of what he’ll do,” Lucius reached out, took Izzy’s hand and was painfully grateful when Izzy laced their fingers together. “I’m afraid of how much of myself I’ll see in him.”

“You will,” Izzy said and it was so stark it was almost painful. “Some. But just the parts that were worth taking. Eddy always had that right. See the few good bits, fish ‘em out and steal them for yourself.”

“But...it’s dark. Those parts.”

Izzy nodded. “Seems like something you should like..talk to a therapist about or something.”

“...oh you asshole,” Lucius started laughing and only laughed harder when Izzy looked very pleased with himself. “How fucking long have you been waiting to say that?”

“Mm, fifteen years give or take.”

“Long wait for a gag. What’ll you do now?”

“Dunno. But it’ll probably be with you, so it’ll be good.”

That cut his laugh dead and Lucius just launched himself into Izzy’s lap. “I hate how good you’ve gotten at all that. Such a smooth talker these days.”

“Got a funny way of showing hate,” Izzy shifted a little, balanced Lucius comfortably on his thighs.

“I’ll show you more of it before I have to go.”

Lucius leaned down to kiss him. Maybe he’d be a little dark for a half hour or so, the casual kindly cruelty of their intimacy overtaking him. If he had grabbed bits of his father for himself at least they were of use here, taking care of Izzy exactly the way he wanted while Lucius scratched at a deep painful itch.

Afterwards, the imprint of his fingers still lingering around Izzy’s neck, he asked,

“Would you have fallen in love with me if I couldn’t do this?”

“You wouldn’t be you, so the question is stupid to begin with.”

“But when we met I didn’t know I could do this.”

“You put your hand on my chest and told me what to do within a half hour of meeting me, even though you had every reason to be afraid of me,” Izzy reminded him. “You didn’t have to know. I knew.”

“I love you,” Lucius kissed the marks on his neck.

“Love you too, pup.”

On his way out the door, Lucius stopped to pet Sweeney, pressing kisses on his head. “You keep an eye on him for me, would you?”

Lighter, ready, Lucius went back out into the city. His husband was waiting for him and Lucius felt ready to begin their life again, maybe a little unsteadily for a bit, but the path ahead still stretched out before him like a fresh promise.

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